We knew this trip to South Yorkshire, (actually one of two visits) would generate little else other than derps. I don't particularly care so long as there are some redeeming features to view.
If it’s a large empty hovel then I will give it a miss. I distinctly remember two such places in this area. One had little left, besides a growling dog with large yellow fangs, poised and ready to attack, while the other was a shell, with a football inside one large room.
After a few kicks, I decided that it was going to be difficult to spin a memorable yarn about kicking a ball.
‘Rotherham Bus Depot’, was not in the category, but we were late to the party. This one had caught the Tour Bus and everyone seemed to have already been.
I can see the time stamps are from around 11.20 am. This would be one of the first ones of the day, the reason for the late start being the almost 2-hour drive to get to the city area.
Exploring is getting to be a driving chore now, with nothing local to view, and it is getting increasingly worse.
Rotherham Bus Depot has remained derelict since the COVID times of 2020. Planning permission has been granted to use the land for 120 new homes. There’s a news story
here, which was authored approximately 8 months after our visit.
A breach in the fence, how else to get inside?
While this may look easy, this type of fencing does not pull back so easily and straddling the wall while trying to get your body through is like a wild woman digging into your back with those extra-long nails in the throes of orgasm.
Except there are no lustful feelings and the opportunity to shoot your load, just big fucking marks on your back or front; you choose.
It was hardly a great start. I have gotten used to being injured and it is to be expected, but right from the word go?
After creeping through some dense undergrowth, we tentatively peeked out onto a disused road with overgrown bushes, running parallel to what looked like a vandalised building.
Any cameras, any CCTV? Probably not.
Skipping across the road, we entered an open door. Maybe this was not going to be so bad after all.
I had to remind myself we were in Yorkshire and close to Sheffield. There were people here who could draw and had talent. It makes a change from the other side of the Pennines where it seems nobody has even a smidge of artistic flair.
Is the smudging intentional? I feel it would look better clean, and don’t ask me what it means or says as I have not got a clue.
It’s almost as though the greenery smashed its way through the glass. I think this one may have been empty for some time.
One day, I would like to see one of the 'artists' draw their logo, if that's what it is. How long to create something like this. Admittedly I have seen a lot better.
'Reception' is not so welcoming anymore. The fencing was also quite useless and had been pulled away, probably not recently.
CCTV…, oh yeah? I think not.
They appeal to me, but I guess everyone sees these quite differently.
The lettering looks like it's trembling with fear.
'Welcome to Rotherham Depot' it says. Dare we go out there, or was there some element of security hanging around on this site?
A little late; these were not the images I was seeing from other explorers. The demolition team had visited and done half a job.
Vast open spaces, great for lots of buses but not a one left to be seen.
The site, albeit empty was quite large so we decided to go for a stroll to the far end. There was more to see.
Walking down here was quiet and unnerving. I don't like wide-open spaces; it's too easy to be spotted.
After a few minutes, we relaxed. It was obvious the place was deserted.
'Dosea' was here, like everywhere else. At least his logos are varied in style.
@anidiotexplores was flaunting the rules; nothing new there.
A little industry was an unexpected bonus. I wonder what their use was?
If there are ladders, we tend to climb. If they are made of metal there’s no reason to avoid them.
I do have vertigo issues, but tend to face my fears when subjected to them. These ladders were meant to be climbed and climb we did.
The top revealed absolutely nothing and I failed to take a shot.
For some reason, being high up I always feel my phone will develop an instant grease film and slip out of my hands. It is a side-effect of my phobia.
The far door took us to the original building and the snakey path leading to the fence of torture again. Sliding through it brought even more pain and back scars.
Only fourteen more places to visit before the day was done. Today was going to be long.
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