If it had been raining, I do not think I would have bothered, it was only after I had stumbled around over grown fields seeing, well seeing not a lot frankly that I found treasure.
You see it was a collection of buildings from a former collective farm comrade, spread over vast over grown fields.
Oh my Buddha, it was hot that day, the smelly old animal pens were a welcome relief from the flag cracking sun.But the bastard horse flies and midges were everywhere.
I wonder how many hands have held that knob?
The company Petkus was founded in 1852, as a manufacturer of agricultural equipment. It is still in business today.
Now I thought this could be different, don't look like a cowshed to me
C'mon
Let's mooch
Well, you know when you donate all your old clothes to a clothes charity bank and wonder where they all go?
After clambering over the first lot, (I can't help myself, if I fail to check things out, I will always have that nagging little voice in my head telling me. Shuda cudda wudda).
After scaling this pile I made it upstairs, I tell you this: climbing a mountain of clothes is not easy, it was quite wibbly wobbly, but a soft landing when I kept wibbling and wobbling.
Even though Everest was climbed there were still loads of clothing items strewn about
So now the treasure hunt begins
What were you doing in 1990? The good times before Gen Z fucked us up.
A collectors item? Hansabank was an institution that operated in the baltic states between 1991 and 2008, before the name was dropped and was rebranded as Swedbank.
So what do we have here?
Top: Bunch of white trash chavs
Middle: One of the biggest load of shite ever, ripping off the Beatles and Lennon in particular,
Bottom: I haven'y a fucking clue who this lot are.
The 80's and 90's were in my opinion, in general, devoid of decent music and musicians. The start of the fabricated plastic shite that continues today. Rant over
Chicken soup, the go to comfort food, I am dribbling at the thought.
But forget that, just look at that vintage ice skate, it is simply gorgeous, what a piece of history to have on display in the study.
The room looked very inviting, but for some reason the door was locked, i was sure I could fit through !!!
Camera bag dropped though, little option but to follow really, that was fun, alas there were no big piles of clothes to land in. I wore the bruise on my elbow as a badge of honour
I was not disappointed.
"Winner of the winter games, in the quiz, Hellenurme collective farm"
I think I was in some sort of office cum laboratory type room.
A fine selection of drugs left behind.
And a few other oddities!!
So it was time to wibble wobble back into the fields, get attacked by flying stuff before the air con sanctuary of the Yaris, yes a fucking Toyota Yaris, the shame of it!!!
