This is what caught my eye as we sped towards Rauceby - a dilapidated lodge with
lose tiles and promise of urban exploration fun at the back.
(Plus, being a street lighting collector, my eye was drawn to the REVO Prefect on a Stanton
swan-neck concrete bracket, but I mustnít bore you with such detail here.)
So, on the return trip, I left the car at the garden center next door and we sauntered in.
The lodge was a fairly uninteresting house, vacant and falling apart. So, we had found something. But what?