The farmhouse leans into decay, verandas sagging and windows blank. Stables and outhouses crumble into weeds, their doors unhinged, their stalls empty. The pool lies stagnant, a green mirror of algae, leaf-fall and sky.

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Once a working estate, it now feels more like a stage set abandoned after the final act: brick walls cloaked in graffiti, rooflines collapsing, silence broken only by wind and birds. A place where time moves slowly... but ruin moves faster.

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