During my wanderings I sometimes step into history when visiting abandoned buildings<\/p>\n
Some have been empty for many years whereas others have only been neglected for a short time<\/p>\n
I found the skeleton of a cat in a house deep within a Hampshire village opposite a busy inn<\/p>\n
It had been wrapped in a blanket as the owner could not bear to be parted from her much loved friend<\/p>\n
This dilapidated house smelt of death which was strange as it was so near the beating heart of the community<\/p>\n
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When I was in Australia a few years ago I visited an old mining settlement and explored the decaying shacks<\/p>\n
It was almost as if the residents had stepped out for a moment as coffee pots and china cups lay waiting for their return<\/p>\n
Newspapers and magazines dating back over sixty years lay abandoned on the once splendid and cherished rugs<\/p>\n
I invaded the bedrooms of these ghosts and found photographs in fine frames staring into vacancy of time<\/p>\n
The mine closed and the impoverished miners moved out leaving their lives for future generations to explore<\/p>\n
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One of my favourite abandoned houses is called Geraldine in the Woods by the locals who pass its austere remains<\/p>\n
On enquiry I was told that for many years it was supposed that a ghost haunted a nearby copse during the dark winter months<\/p>\n
A woman of only twenty-nine years had hung herself on learning that her husband had died during the last war<\/p>\n
They had only lived in this house for five years and were quite blissfully happy although without issue<\/p>\n
Since that tragic day it had remained empty and was slowly retreating into a history of its own making<\/p>\n
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to be continued<\/p>\n
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