An internet search on the property revealed an article reproduced from the Derbyshire Advertiser in 1912.
"Entering the house under the porch, great comfort is to be found in a small space, the thick wall affording the protection necessary on these Derbyshire moors, when the furies of the winter are let lose, and windows rattle and boughs moan and strain in the fierce blasts. All is very compact, a cosy little kitchen, a sitting room of very fair size and a dainty little pantry, which Mrs. Sandars declares to be too small - it certainly although arranged with the utmost neatness appears somewhat crowded with good cheer. The sale of milk performs the principal though not the sole business of the farm. When there is a small surplus, Mrs Sandars makes a little butter for home consumption and for a few favoured customers. Not far from the house is the milk cooling shed, also a compact little place, and fitted by Mr. Sandars with a Watson's cooler, which although occupying small space offers a large cooling surface. Mr. Sandars keeps a good herd of dairy shorthorns, giving his preference to red cows: he declares that he has never in his life had any luck with a black animal, though animals of this colour thrive on many farms in the district, and certainly add a picturesque touch to the landscape". (6th Jan 1912)
This cottage is a little out of the way and I was thankfully helped to locate it by Judderman. Tucked away in a rather beautiful corner of Derbyshire, it has been left to rot quietly in peace.
The cottage is a two-up, two-down building. Of the two ground floor rooms, the one above was the best to explore as the other room was so crowded with junk.
The range, which would provide heating, hot water and cooking facilities for the inhabitants is still there, complete with kettle and pans.
Apparently, Arrowroot was very popular in the Victorian era. It can be consumed in the form of biscuits, puddings, jellies and cakes.
In the corner, by the window, was an easy chair. On the wooden kitchen table were several old bottles, including a White Horse whiskey bottle, with a cobweb, extending from the lid to the wall. I could imagine Mr. Sandars, relaxing in his chair after a busy day on the farm; Mrs. Sandars busy cooking at the stove.
On the floor was a newspaper dated April 1977.
In addition to the whiskey bottle was a rum bottle and wine bottle. I guess it was a long trek to the nearest pub after a hard day toiling on the dairy farm.
On the opposite wall was a smaller window.
Upstairs were two bedrooms. The first was empty, save for a rather putrid old mattress on the floor.
The other room was more interesting.
Again, there were two windows, on either side of the room.
The windowsill was cluttered with a range of books, beads, receipts and an empty cardboard box of "Horse, sheep and cattle medicines".
I really enjoyed exploring this little cottage and its cobwebbed, rusty contents from long ago. The added bonus was its peaceful, quiet location. This would make a wonderful little countryside retreat with some TLC and hard work.