Urbexing at Cove Farm

We love a bit of Urban Exploring so we do! After coming across a lady on Instagram who also shares the passion we realised some of the places she had visited were pretty impressive and one of them was right on Nicola’s door step. Who would’ve known! We always thought the buildings just as you come into Cove were fenced off and part of the Stuart Milne development but evidentially not.  One evening a group of 6 of us went up to have a look. It was an ancient gem surrounded by brand new 5 bedroom houses. The steading and the barns are still intact with the machinery used for milking cows and incubation eggs. There lies two house on the farm. One, a small granny flat type building you could say sits at the edge. Inside is the remains  and memories of a family. The kitchen doesn’t look like it’s been touched in 30 years and still in perfect condition. Some of the other rooms had been hit with water damage and the living room was the only other room left with wallpaper and a carpet. Someone had left suitcases full of old books from the 60’s. A lot of Agatha Christies and Enid Blytons inscribed with the date and the owners name on the first page.

We left the small house confused because the images online were nothing like what was in there. Heading round the corner we found out this was because there was another house. A very, very big house. I lost count on the number of rooms there was in this house. Downstairs held 3 bedrooms, a living room, a kitchen, 2 bathrooms, a pantry and some other spare rooms which looked like they might of been used for farming duties as they were linked to the barns. Upstairs we found even more bedrooms, another bathroom and a large storage loft. Everything had been left the way it was the day whoever lived here left. Even the calendar was open on the last used page. It was used as a daily meal planner. I felt so sad about this house because it was obvious a big family had lived here once but what happened that they all left without their belongings? Thrown all over the stairs were air mail letters from America. We pieced together that most of the family immigrated to the States and maybe the eldest died here. Because there was no family left here in Scotland the house was left to decay. Such a shame. What a waste of a beautiful property and so much land! I always say to myself when leaving places like this that if I won the lottery one day I’d restore them to their original glory.  I can only dream.

Don't think this has been used in a while

Living room in the smaller house

Nice carpet...

I wouldn't be eating anything cooked in that kitchen

Retro wallpaper

It doesn't play anymore. We tried.

Meal plan for the very last August