The infamous Doctor’s House. I knew it to be a stripped-out derp, but as we were in the area, it was added to the ‘visit list’.
My first impression was of renovation. It was crumbling, and yet looked a little too clean. Supposedly, it’s a 17th-century building, and resembles a miniature castle complete with turrets and a flat roof.
Some years before, “The Doctor’s House” contained goodies, and a garage full of old cars. A lot can vanish in the space of 11 years, and by the time our arses arrived, there was little to see.
A little further back lay several other houses. These were thankfully too far away for ‘Karen interference’, and once we navigated the sorry herras fencing, we were inside.
Doors and windows proved not to be impediments, as they simply no longer existed.
The crumbling Ivy Farmhouse on the edge of Hampole village, near Doncaster, belongs to Neil William Hugh Silvester and another person, according to a Land Registry document.
A Dr Neil Silvester, who worked at Doncaster Royal Infirmary, found notoriety after he allowed the release of Carol Barratt from psychiatric care. Barratt had been detained for threatening a girl with a knife in Doncaster city centre in 1991.
Two days after Barratt's release, she returned to Doncaster city centre, where she stabbed to death 11-year-old Emma Brodie, at what is now the site of the Frenchgate shopping centre. - Source
So Doctor Silvester made a fuckup and let a mental case roam the street, and he happened to live here once. It’s not exactly what you would call a murder house, is it?
There’s no mention anywhere of what happened to the cursed doctor. Maybe it was too much to take, and the locals started smashing his windows. I can tell you now, there’s none left at all, not even a smidge of broken glass.
For the most part, I could have left the lumens torch at home. The interior gave off a warm cast, and we visited around midday. Of course, the spray painters had beaten us to it.
The insides were down to the brickwork in almost all of the remaining rooms. Had there ever been plasterboard, wallpaper, or had Doc Silvester loved the authenticity of an ancient castle with bare walls and the chance to freeze his arse off every night?
Some rooms did indicate there was an element of décor once. A hop, skip, and jump got me across the gap easily.
A large pillar holding up the roof. Maybe there was some elements of ancient Greek architecture within “The Doctor’s House”?
An evil number, but we all know that. I wondered more about what was down in the room to the bottom right. I had to duck to get down there.
More evil according to the walls, yet I felt strangely at peace, and even spotted some concrete along the lower half of the walls. Maybe the Doc didn’t want to die in the night from hyperthermia after all?
This was the only dark part of the house, and I still preferred no lighting.
I could tell you those are fossils from centuries gone by, but they are really just broken bits of stone with possibly a few bones, not of the human variety.
The staircase felt somewhat uneven. Doing a 180 after a few with no rail, combined with a lot of loose gravel underfoot, was testing my balance, and in today’s world, it sucks.
Amazingly, there was an upper level that felt relatively safe, and I could see now that “The Doctor’s House” would have been great once. The beamed ceiling had survived amazingly well.
Jumping around up there was not recommended, but I felt myself walking without the fear of breaking my legs.
Some areas were confusing. It looks like halfway up there’s another level. What did it look like before?
My theory about renovation was correct after all. In this upper area, some of the floor had collapsed. I wonder if the exterior of “The Doctor’s House” was sandblasted at the same time this work was done?
These ‘French Doors’ without glass or even handles once led to the rear garden, now a veritable jungle.
Was it some type of conservatory once?, I think it may have been.
In the distance, at the rear, are the inhibited houses of the deadly local Karen’s. We needed to turn down our volume or get an earache of a different flavour.
Would you guess this is next to a busy main road? It looks like something in the deep wilderness.
If there was an avenue of garages that once were connected to “The Doctor’s House” then they would have been to the deep rear, possibly underneath the house.
Knowing they were now gone, we kept well away from them and the expected grief we would have had to endure.
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