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Urban explorers are sometimes cavalier about their personal safety, although if I wanted the cotton wool
protection that legislation and the meddlesome wanted, then I wouldn’t enter, or go near, these derelict
spaces. But how deadly dull would a safe, sanitized tour be anyway?
More people have been killed on rollercoasters than urbexing.
But this was one instant where I felt very exposed, very fragile, and in some danger. Those bricks and stones
had been falling, and were still falling. The lawn was being littered with masonry, as the house spilled and
fragmented onto the lawn.
I mumbled something about a ‘hard hat’.
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