Shropshires war ruins

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Hello everyone! Given that on my international blog, I've been focusing a lot on war-related stuff, like a first world war German airfield, a second world war Nazi base and a Cold war Soviet tank barracks, I wanted to do one back in England! Here in England, it occasionally stops raining, and I decided to use one of those ten minute intervals to dash out to some old airfield ruins. Shropshire actually had over thirty airfields back in the day, and I've only been to a few. And while some would say that it's rather depressing to think that the world is littered with in the remnants of two successive world wars, I do think that they deserve documenting while they're still here.

Lets get stuck in! Adventure awaits! Starting with my personal favourite of the bunch, a World War 2 Battle Headquarters quietly tucked away in the Shropshire hills!

For those who don't know, a Battle Headquarters was a mostly subterranean structure, with an external room on the surface, which is in the above picture. That was the "Observation Room" which is why it has a horizontal slit to peep out of.

The rest of this structure is visible, sticking out through the dirt, but back in the 1940s it would have been completely subterranean. It was from this little facility that an airfields Defence Officer could co-ordinate his team and defend the airfield in the event of an attack. They were thought up in 1941, initially above ground but later underground as the war escalated.
These can actually be found all over the country, and their design mostly carries a sort of uniformity. In that sense, I see them in the same way that I see the ROC bunkers of the 1960s. However the Battle HQs have had a couple more decades left to rot.

This here would have been a stairway leading down into the facility, and serving as its primary entrance. It's been filled in, which is a little disappointing, unless you're a plant that's always aspired to have a staircase-shaped pot to grow in. Fortunately, we're in luck! There's always an escape hatch!

In spite of being considerably older and even more neglected than ROC posts, the escape hatch of a Battle HQ is slightly less intimidating, because it's smaller. It leads to the observation room, the floor of which is only a few feet deep. One can stand up straight in an observation room, even though it doesn't look it on the outside, and so anyone with good upper body strength can pull themselves out of the escape hatch if the ladder happens to not be there. To the right of the ladder, you'll notice that stairs continue to descend into the rest of the facility.

The observation room is surprisingly spacious, but I couldn't go in straight away because of a fucking bat flapping around that I'd somehow disturbed on my entry. I decided to photograph this room last, and continue on with the rest of the facility. I like bats. I don't like disturbing them.

Here's the stairway leading down. It doesn't look like a stairway because there's loads of dirt over it, and I'm fairly certain that the slab there likely once covered the hatch to stop people getting in.

The stairs lead down to the defence officers office, and quite frankly it felt wonderful to be here. Unlike ROC bunkers, I've only been to a grand total of three Battle HQs prior to this, and they've all been flooded! Sometimes I can at least access the observation room, but sometimes I can't even get down the hatch. Somehow this one is still dry.

So the airfields defence officer worked here. Every decision regarding the defence of the airfield would have been made right here in this room, and relayed to the Messengers room and the PBX room via the hatches in the far corner.

Here's the exit out into the Battle HQs main hallway.

Here's the filled in "main entrance" at the end of the hallway. To the right are the two doors, the closest being the defence officers room and the furthest being the messenger and runners room. Behind me would have been the toilet. It's not there now, but the vacant, underground, neglected-for-70 years space is still in better condition than the toilets in some pubs and clubs.

In some design variations, another doorway on the left would lead to a small bedroom for the defence officers men. 

This is the PBX room, which is situated at the back of the Messengers and Runners room. The Runner was responsible for relaying messages to the defence units stationed around the airfield that couldn't be reached by telephone. Those that could be reached by the telephone were contacted via the telephone equipment in the PBX room.

This is all that remains of the communications equipment.

From what I understand, Battle HQs never really made it out of the just-in-case phase of the early war when there was still fear of the Germans actually invading and setting foot on British soil. That never actually happened, and many Battle HQs actually fell out of use while the war was still on. While I'm sure it was good practice to run drills, just in case, many Battle HQs are found without fixtures or decor because they simply were never actually used.

 The thing about Battle HQs is that to the unknowing, this just looks like rubble. Someone might walk their dog past here and think "A building once stood here." Little do they realise, the building does still stand here!

Just down from this Battle HQ is something else that I love...

This is a seagull trench! They're a defence facility, pretty similar to Pillboxes. But unlike pillboxes, these are pretty much a reinforced trench, set low down, giving the folks inside an ankle-level view of the landscape and any approaching enemy. This meant that they could open fire on any enemy with relative safety, although the Germans never put them to the test. The roof would likely have been camouflaged with grass too.

They're called Seagull trenches because from the sky they look like a bird with its wings spread. Why the Larus Marinus was chosen to be the namesake, I have no idea. They're possibly the most irritating avian on the planet. What sort of message does that send? "Guess what, Hitler? Not only are we going to gun down your men, but we're also going to poo on your head and steal your chips!"

There are definitely more fearsome birds out there. Owls send a nice message "Strike at night, shoot some Nazis." Buzzards, too. Even the noble Robin would make Hitler stop and think "Scheisse, now Father Christmas knows I'm a naughty boy."

Why Seagulls???

The metal squares are where machine guns would have been mounted to fire through. In some rare cases, seagull trenches actually still have more of the frame left over, but I've only ever come across that once.

I'll throw a photo in just to show what the contraption looked like, but it's not from this particular Seagull Trench.

Seagull trenches also have a degree of uniformity to them, but rather depressingly there are allegedly now only 21 of these left in the entire country. This is my fourth.

Onto something else entirely, we have this curious contraption rusting away in a Shropshire field...

Now I've never seen one of these before, but allegedly it's a decoy airfield control bunker.

There would have been a generator in this room that would have allegedly powered some lights that were strung along the field to look like an airfield. The Nazis would often bomb the UK at night, which is what led to the blackouts. The dummy airfields were an attempt at tricking the Nazis into wasting their bombs on the wrong place. But while the preservation of the actual airfield was the priority, this facility was apparently manned too, which must have been a pretty intense job. 

It's only small, but after nipping here I swung by a couple of pillboxes.

Pillboxes are basically little structures with openings in them for the folks inside to fire through at advancing enemies. They tend to be found in fields around old airfields, and some that are still active, although given that you're more likely to see a nun wearing a strap-on than a hostile military invasion on UK soil, all remaining pillboxes are either derelict or converted into sheds and other uses by the landowners. This is one that watches a bridge over a river, and on the other side of the road is a second identical one.

They're rather simplistic in design, but I like them anyway. Years ago, I actually found a decapitated sex doll in a Pillbox. It was in the night, too, so I literally just saw it illuminated by torch light. Its head was right next to my foot, staring up at me! It sure made me jump! Has Ouija LeMay been hiding bodies of the Welsh Mafia again? She'll get no Christmas card from me if my blog is used for such nefarious purposes. But I digress. The point is, Pillboxes are samey but it's always worth taking a look. I think it's pretty cool of the landowner to preserve them, too.

Here's the second pillbox. It's pretty much identical.

Check it out! I might as well have used the exact same two interior shots!

So that's it for now, but I'll almost certainly cover military ruins again at some point. The thing is, a single pillbox doesn't, in my opinion, inspire a blog post. It's pointless going out to one of these and then writing about it here. So when they do pop up, it'll be in an accumulation of other military stuff, like today. I really like Pillboxes, and Seagull Trenches too. The real treasure for me was the Battle HQ.

Anyway, my next couple of posts are going to be on my international blog. I need to dot the I's and cross the T's in Berlin, tieing off some loose ends, and then I'll be writing about a derelict mansion in Wales, two articles which don't really have a place on a blog about hidden places in Shropshire.
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Abandoned train station

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Had you been standing on the platform of this train station, waiting for a train to Shrewsbury at 1:55pm on the 7th June, 1865, you would have witnessed the horrific death of thirteen people, as the train from Birkenhead to London came crashing off the tracks.
Fortunately its unlikely anyone was waiting for the train to Shrewsbury. It had left half an hour earlier, and the next one wasn't until 7:28pm. The one that crashed wasn't scheduled to stop, even though God had other ideas. Well, God or Physics, depending on what you believe.

It's a nice little station building, constructed in 1848, nearly two decades before the upcoming bloodbath. The train was going a little faster than usual, being an hour and 25 minutes late, and was in a bit of a rush, ignoring one station completely as it plummeted through Shropshire. It consisted of two locomotives, pulling 28 coaches and two break vans, and four more coaches were added shortly before it entered Shropshire.

The tracks at this station were undergoing maintenance, and the workmen had erected a green flag on a pole at the side of the tracks, where it had a green hedge backdrop. It was hardly eye catching. In fact, shortly after they'd put the flag up but before they'd started working on the tracks, an earlier train did ignore the flag completely. That should have been an early indication that perhaps the workers needed a better means of warning upcoming rail traffic, but it wasn't taken on board.

 Maintenance work began, and the train from Birkenhead, already late, came speeding along. The chap driving the first locomotive missed the flag completely, although the chap in the second locomotive did happen to glance its way and attempt to give the chap in front some warning. It ultimately failed. He slammed on the brakes when he saw the workmen, but by that point it was too late. The train went over some piece of track that they hadn't finished working on, and toppled onto its side. The carriages slammed into it, completely obliterating the first four. Thirty passengers were injured. Eleven passengers died instantly, as well as the fireman of the second locomotive. The driver later died of the injuries he'd sustained, but lived long enough to give a testimony during the investigation.

Ultimately it was decided that it was the work mens fault for using such a shoddy means of warning.

Here's what the station used to look like, back in its glory days, back when it had a platform. The signal box is still looking pretty nice too.

 (Photo not mine, obviously)

It's not obvious from my opening shot, but the signal box does still stand, albeit, in a much worse condition. Naturally I took a look at that too.

There's not much left here, although it is clear that some later use was given to it at some point after its closure as a signal box.

As for the station itself, only local trains actually stopped here, although express lines did pass through. Trains weren't as frequent as they are today though. If you happened to live in this village and fancied a trip into Shrewsbury, you'd have five opportunities to do so each day, and only two on Sunday!

Records show that in 1903 the station sold 9,990 tickets. Nowadays it's not that impressive. Shrewsbury station probably beats that in a day! But for a small Shropshire village in 1903, that's a reasonable amount. Things did decline though. In 1923 only 7,049 tickets sold, and in 1933 that number had dropped to just 2,855 tickets. Clearly the stations glory days were behind it. However, there was a war coming.

A military base was established nearby in 1942, and this generated a lot of income for the station. In fact it was busier than it had ever been, as military personnel, supplies and equipment passed through.
Sales were back up, but if that wasn't enough, two members of the Womens Auxiliary Airforce were struck down and killed by a train as they crossed the tracks, so the stations classic body count was back up too!

But by 1958 things had declined again, and the timetable was limited to two trains to Shrewsbury each day. It finally closed in 1960, and eventually became a residential premises.

But as of 2016, that too seems to have become abandoned, and it's slowly slipping into ruin.
Let's slip inside and see what's left!

Okay, so here we are in the lounge of the former residence, and straight away we run into an issue. The floor appears to have collapsed. The door to the rest of the station is over in the opposite corner, and there's a few bits of floor which can be used as a path. Will it support my weight?

It seems that some effort has gone into barricading this place before, although anyone who enters through that door will have a bit of a fall ahead of them.

Here's a pretty old TV peeking up from the floorboards.

There's a little trophy on the shelf.

Well, I've made it to the other side of that floor chasm. Now, onto the rest of the house!

There are two toilets on the ground floor. There's this one sitting here, in better condition than the toilets in some pubs and clubs, but there's also the bathroom just down the hallway.

There's a copy of Shropshire Magazine dated "August 2016."

And here's a Golf rule book, Effective January 2016.
Did the rules of Golf really have such an overhaul that a whole new book needed to be published to explain it? Do some traditional Golfers still have secret meet ups where they play pre-2016 retro Golf?

I trusted the floor of the bathroom to hold my weight about as much as I'd trust the McCanns to babysit. It didn't feel good at all.

Check it out! Mouldy soap!

Onto what I assume was the dining room...

Whoever painted the walls red missed a bit.

Quite frankly though, I like whats left of the decor. All the light fixtures are those fake electric candles, clearly designed to give it a vibe of refinery. The paint job seems to be unfinished, and the penis on the wall would indicate that other people have been here.

Nice little ornament.

Onto the kitchen...

I'm not sure why, but at the back of the kitchen is a shower. Of course.

Upstairs continued the weird combo of bright walls and fake candles.

Here's a third toilet, and someone has tied the window shut via a tether to the sink, which is interesting.

It certainly indicates an attempt at securing the premises, long ago. The giant penis downstairs would indicate that nobody cares anymore though.

Check out the bedroom! This was easily my favourite part of the building.

The second bedroom was a little more ominous.

Check it out. It was once padlocked shut, but it's since been ripped open. But why would a bedroom have a padlock on it?

It's a fairly non-descript little room, with a sofa and a few bits... and a wardrobe with clothes still hanging up in it. Nothing at all that really makes me think "Ah, so thats why they padlocked it."

There is this cool little relic though!

But in general, this room had a very creepy vibe to it, which I'm sure paranormal enthusiasts might find intriguing. Personally I didn't see or hear anything. I just felt very uncomfortable.

The third room was situated right above the lounge, and the floor here was similarly rotted, although it hadn't reached the point yet where it would all come crashing down into the lounge below. I didnt want to be here when it happened. The train station has claimed many lives but it won't have mine.

Theres an outdoor toilet too! So in total this house has four toilets and two showers,  one of which is located at the back of the kitchen...
I guess its quirky. The padlocked door upstairs is somewhat odd. But I think most tragic of all is the fact that this is part of the UKs railway history, and that it's just rotting away. Its probably too remote and obscure a station, but imagine if it was restored to its former Victorian form?

Thats all I've got. As always, share the blog! Next I'm doing another German location on my international blog. And then after that I'll be back here, looking at some of the old military base that I mentioned near this station!
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