Riding this spot was part of a full day exploring. In the morning we hit an abandoned swimming pool with great success and then headed straight for the derelict park. Getting down proved difficult, more difficult than getting Moz out of his house in the morning. We realised after ignoring a diversion that we had driven right into a remembrance Sunday parade. Our bad. Eventually we reached the place and set about getting in.

“The elements and old Father Time had given some sections a real beating…”

After a lengthy battle with the perimeter carrying a bunch of equipment, bikes and skateboards, we were in. Upon first arrival inside, memories came flooding back of skating and shooting in the place before it became derelict.

When I explore old places, almost every time I’m visiting for the first time. So I have never seen them before they were abandoned. However, occasionally I visit a spot I have already seen in full working order and it’s one of the strangest feelings ever. 

Clearly, some of the spot was still rideable – however there were many parts best avoided. The elements and old Father Time had given some sections a real beating and made them impossible to hit. Weighing up the risky ramps we decided which were still safe then cleared away the rubble and clutter.