Tales of the Urban Explorer: Duckworth Cleaning Products

I tried in vain to figure out what happened to "*Duckworth Cleaning Products*" or "*Duckworth LLP*", but to no avail. Why two names? Couldn't they make up their minds about what to call themselves, so both prevailed? [The Duckworth Group](https://www.duckworthgroup.co.uk/) is still active, so I can only guess that this was a rental property. The building owner could have failed to lease it out, so it was left and steadily turned into a major liability.  There’s little doubt Burnley Council will be sending threatening letters to the owners and issuing court writs, that’s if they have not taken off and done a runner. Is this decrepit, crumbling building worth saving? You tell me? There was no stealthy approach, as there was not a soul in sight. The former "*Duckworth Cleaning Products*" building is hardly in the downtown happening area, and so we approached with vigour, seizing the moment and using just a single ounce of brainpower to determine the way in.  Even you, the reader, can likely figure that one out. Every entrance was sealed up, except one. That's all it takes, and it was a mere jump for us to arrive in a serious shithole with mass destruction as far as the eye could see.  Inside was relatively bare, the cleaning sellers long gone, and the walls less than clean, boasting extremely poor-quality graffiti, if you can call it that. <center> …***' there's plenty of wall to go at, but you cretins have to scrawl your almost illegible shit over the previous lot of illegible shit’’*** </center>  Of course, this is a great place for fires. It's little wonder that decaying buildings are regular arson targets, whether deliberate or otherwise.  The way in, viewed from the inside, it's quite manageable with or without the huge rusting oil can placed as a helper agent.  I could see this wasn’t going to be one of my finest explores, from the first few seconds…  The background looks a little tilted. That's what you get after swigging a few mouthfuls of '*Toffee Apple Cider*'. Somerset is a long, long way from Burnley.  What awful artwork, I don’t believe the local University teaches the subject, she looks very undesirable.  The window is potentially another way in or escape if necessary. It faces the other side of the building and an enclosed yard, a place which we would end up in later. We climbed the stairs in anticipation of even more crap works of art.  Wooden stairs, but they looked safe enough. You never can tell, just do it, and see. ![9_IMG_0665_9.jpg](https://files.peakd […]