So this is the famous ‘The Blue House’ of Anglesey; tour-bussed to fuck and now hopefully forgotten.
I had this around 2020 (thanks again @grindle), but I put off the visit until years later because it was on the wrong side of the island and @bingbabe was moaning that our mini-holiday was turning into an exploring expedition.
It could be that the locals may get some peace at last, as everyone now seems to have visited and I rarely see it popping up now on Facebook.
Speaking of which... the seemed less than thrilled about our intrusion but I will come to that later.
This one was in the middle of nowhere, and quite normal for Anglesey explores.
After dumping the car at the edge of an intersection, it was a half-mile walk through some fields, maintained by another farmer (quite obvious), before we spotted what was our target.
I figure the adjoining farmer has acquired what was one the lands of 'The Blue House', either through moral or dastardly means and I was glad to have reached our destination without drama.
The Blue House’, was a miserable sight to behold. No photograph could enhance the boring sight that reached our vision. It was just.., bland and non-photogenic. I hoped the inside would yield greater fruit.
There was a blue door, firmly sealed, so we went in via the pig sty on the left, hoping there would be no aggressive swine lurking around, hoping to take a chunk out of our rumps.
Did people live like this?
It looked more like a cave than a home with corridors seemingly chiselled out of the adjoining rocks.
We were finding a few things but not on the scale to be expected. I hoped things would improve as the search continued.
I had guessed it was pigs, and this clue confirmed my suspicions.
This book belongs to who? Add the ancient scrawly writing and with a smattering of Welsh and you get something illegible to the average Englishman.
The Williams brothers; former occupants and likely owners of what is now ‘The Blue House’.
I have to say it you lads, that's fucking awful colour coordination. You need a good woman between you to gradually brighten the place up, not shock the visitors.
Was this where the 'blue' parts started?
Downstairs was dull, and I mean bare. We climbed up some ropey stairs only to be faced with a very dodgy jump to get into the meat of the upper areas.
This one gave me pause for thought. The bannister was dropping to pieces so clutching that would end up in a possible dramatic fall down those dodgy stone stairs and a decent chance of injury.
I hopped across in the end hoping the other side would hold, and was rewarded with the goodies.
One room had it all, and in 'The Blue House', you jump or get to see fuck all. It's your choice, be a cowardly wimp or take your chances.
I could have rummaged through here but was distracted by the rest of what looked like one of the Williams brothers' bedrooms.
A personal letter from 1948, with King George VI on the stamp, now this was more like it.
I am not sure what a ‘Looter Pin’ is, or have I got that wrong? It sounds seedy and used for picking locks.
Love this, swimsuits if you buy ‘Wallstrip’, the future of central heating, circa 1960. I don’t think it took off.
I often feel that discarded electrical units could work, but not on this occasion.
Was this a man-only farm, or did the fairer sex also live here?
The ornaments could be placed, but those cobwebs are very real.
Is it the Titanic?
A resting place for one; it would be cramped if a couple slept there. Nice ancient bed made from pure metal.
Which one is Mr Williams?
The photographs catch the eye, but the razor catches mine, complete with spares in its case. The days before Philli-Shave?
Place your dirty clothes here, after a hard day’s work chasing pigs.
A suitcase that you tend to see in older war movies, rectangular and plain. It must have been a staple.
Williams was in the Merchant Navy and affiliated with the Lifeboats. I wonder if he passed the examination.
An official logbook of the crew; so he was discharged, but with good results with the looks of those positive stamps.
Webster Palmer Williams, is this from King George himself? It is within the war years and appears to be an official commandment. No slouch, our Webster.
The Merchant Navy is something I know little about. His area appears to be Scotland.
It must have looked slightly better at some point in time; I can see the ‘Blue’ look everywhere and can understand where the house got its name.
Extra ventilation for those summer months, and deadly freezing in the winter with a smattering of snow filtering through the gaps in the crack could disturb your sleep?
They look a little girly, maybe Mr Williams did get some nookie now and again?
A little stained, to say the least, and probably eaten to death by the local moths.
We left feeling somewhat fulfilled. Was ‘The Blue House’ formally owned by an ex-war hero and veteran? It looked that way.
We started across the fields only to spot a combine harvester at work nearby. They quickly spotted us, and it came ever closer.
We expected to get the usual shit from the farmer. They are never pleased to see the likes of us, and if they twig we are English it's worse.
I continued trying to look stately, assuming an air of authority while walking briskly and ignoring the approaching vehicle.
It seemed to work as they veered off sharply after nearing us. What happened there?
I must assume that they are well versed in seeing off trespassers and seeing the smug looks on our faces, figured we had been there, done that.
What could they achieve besides a potential slanging match? I was all for a non-drama incident and thankfully, it turned out that way.
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