Tales of the Urban Explorer: Abbyfield Care Home

"Are you going in there?" said the spiky-haired urchin riding on what looked like a home-made cycle. He wasn't the typical little shit we tend to expect, just a curious whippersnapper hardly intent on our well-being and being a nosey bugger. "It's trashed…, everyone has been in", he continued, cycling away in a haphazard combination of straight lines and more circles. Bloody wierdo.  I glanced at @anidiotexplores, and a moment passed between us. '*Abbyfield Care Home*' was likely going to be one of those 'E-rated' explores where a large pile of dog-shit may well be the highlight and standout point of the visit. This is what comes with Urban Exploring, the bad with the bad, mixed in with the odd gem.  We climbed over a gate and gazed at the target. It was a bad-looking, oversized house with many boards between us, and it being conquered. "It's trashed…, everyone has been in"… echoed the words in my head. It can't be that hard to get in if the local scroats had already vandalised it.  [Source](https://www.abbeyfieldliving.org.uk/) Come and stay with us, they say. A little digging revealed that Abbyfield House was sold in 2022 for £300,000, and that the chain is [shutting down](https://caring-times.co.uk/abbeyfield-to-close-29-properties-with-14-under-consultation/) many of their care homes as they are not sustainable. Considering the charge OAP's £ 1,500 for care and paying the staff peanuts, I must be missing something. Whoever bought this shithole for £300,000 must be cursing, and we were about to find out the truth of what was inside.  We walked around the rear and found plenty of broken windows, which would be more suited for kids to scramble through, but I can't recall any issues. Use gloves, or many cuts and scratches will soon come your way; my motto.  The entrance room gave us a glimpse of what we were in for. Probably some paperwork, personal records (there is no privacy when a place closes down), and if we were very unlucky, some unruly teenagers smashing the place up.  Lucky for us, it was deadly quiet inside. I looked at the application form with interest. Working at a Care Home is the bottom rung of the employment ladder in England, lower than even Supermarket work. Who wants to clean up old lady's shitty arses?  No holes in the wall, was there some hope left for ‘*Abbyfield Care Home*’?  It used to be a bed, what’s left of it.  It appears there are links between the staff at Worlsey and Accrington. That's a fucking long meeting, with a long lunch and in the afternoon, there's no substance, just fluff. ![6_IMG_0489_6.jpg](https://files.peakd.com/file/peakd-hive/slobberchops/EoCiA8iBfSMCcKNDdUKK6uBkEYtaXzw5ws […]