Remains of the Townhouse (later the Cock in Treacle - yes, really.)
A bit of impromptu urban exploration today; these pictures are from November last year, when I was on my way to an appointment, had a few minutes going spare and decided to explore this disused pub with which I have a bit of personal history. In the early 2010s, when it was still called the Townhouse, my first job after college was here. Not working in the pub itself but doing some community project effort which we ran out of the function room, and did questionnaires with the general public (or, y'know, mocked up a load of answers and dossed about 'round town with my mates, as you do.) It's been empty for a fair few years, and suffice to say it's fallen into disrepair during that time; it's a shame because it was a nice place when it was actively in use. These steps are where we used to head in; I have distinct memories of them being a fucker to walk up on a wet day. This door was torn off in a storm, which enabled me to go in and have a nosey... Stopping to admire...