beedingwood | following the footsteps of john harris

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’.