This is the old house that was slap bang in the middle of Birkacre woods with no tarmac roads to it. Legend has it that the old guy who lived there wouldn't sell up and move out (he was living in the middle of a newly formed park named 'Birkacre park'), so, as soon as he'd died it got bulldozed instantly.
The man in question was very old by the time he died and the remnants of his life were scattered all around the place.
All sorts of trinkets and knick-knacks that had no value apart from the memory or reason that the keeper placed on things he kept. He was definitely a hoarder. I can't remember when I took this photo, but I think it was around 2010 (ish).