Tales of the Urban Explorer: Eldon Grove Estate

‘*Revolutionary housing*’ was the buzzword in 1911 when ‘*Eldon Grove Estate*’ was built. This was an attempt to replace the slums of Liverpool’s ‘*Vauxhall*’ area with decent quality housing.  What was ‘decent’ then surely is no more. The ‘*Tudor*’ appearance might look appealing from the front, but the back looks, pictorial-wise, fucking awful.  Why I missed this estate after many visits to Liverpool beats me. While it’s not strictly Grade-A exploring material, it does have its merits. <center>  ...***'Eldon Grove in the late 1970's. It looks quite posh and upmarket, don't you think?'*** [Source](https://www.reddit.com/r/Liverpool/comments/9rt31g/eldon_grove_in_the_late_70s_hoping_that_it_will/) </center> As usual with Liverpool, I was more concerned my car might be missing a wheel or two after thirty minutes in the ‘*Eldon Grove Estate*’ complex, if that’s what you can call it.  Stepping between the wooden slats, access was simple, as the wall you can see can be walked around with ease. If only [Thomas Shelmerdine](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thomas_Shelmerdine) had spent a few more pennies and added the fake ‘Tudor’ look to the rear, it might have been cool to live on ‘*Eldon Grove Estate*’ during the First World War. It does strike me as odd that a major development such as this happened when most of England’s men were in the trenches, needlessly dying. I note that the same bloke was responsible for ‘*Everton Library*’, one of my bane explores, that’s just ‘down the road’. If only he’d built a backdoor for would-be explorers of the future, very selfish, I say.  Who’s going to get the mail, #53 or #54, or do they fight it out? What happens if your next-door neighbour is a cunt, and steals your ‘*Call up to the War*’ demand? There’s no excuse for joining a needless war and losing a few limbs, is there?  There was little in the way of plush carpets in 1911. Try not to go up there in bare feet, as it could get a little chilly around the ankles.  Privacy in those days?, at least not when you lived on the ‘*Eldon Grove Estate*’. Respect your neighbours, keep your ears closed even when you can hear them shagging through the walls, or have a bad life.  As much as I would say there are things to burn here, there isn’t. Maybe it all happened before we got here?  It does look like there were handrails once, but now you seriously have to watch your step, and that’s hardly new.  Some guardrails are better preserved than others; some balconies need more weed killer than others. […]