As we were preparing to access the grounds, we ran into a couple of fellow explorers who were just leaving. They kindly gave us tips on how to access the building through a rather small hole in the brickwork (or maybe we are just not very athletic?) It was worth the effort - and, P.E. session over, we had a look round the small school building.
The main hall had a lovely church-like large window, letting in plenty of light (a little too much in the case of trying to get decent photographs of it!) The flooring was up in places and there was a distinct smell of the after effects of a small fire that some previous morons had started. There was a stage at the opposite end to the huge window but little in the way of furniture left - 3 old cupboards, a trundle, a P.E. horse and a trashed organ. It was "peeling paint" heaven!
As always, there was the old, broken chair. The place reminded me of my own infants school. I could almost smell the third of a pint bottles of milk, warming by the radiator!
In the corner of the main hall was a door leading to the only corridor.
The cloakrooms and toilets were truly trashed. The headteacher's office was quite bland and empty.
The flooring was a little dodgy in places but many of the desks and chairs remained. Sadly, not Victorian but 1980s plastic and metal. However, I was pleased to find the old-fashioned rolling style blackboards from my own childhood. We used to hide a board rubber on the top of the rolling section, so when the teacher pulled the board down, to find space to write, it would fly out and hopefully (but sadly rarely, hit the teacher!)
After viewing the three classrooms and what appeared to have been a staff-room/ computer room,
we headed back down the corridor.
Back into the main hall. The roof is just starting to go, which is the real start of a rapid decline. Shame, this building could have been a fantastic conversion 10 years ago. Back through the hole with no detention or homework! This school's out forever . . . !