Adventures in Montpelier

Yesterday Johnny asked me to go with him to a huge, old building not far from our home in Montpelier. His plans were to take a few pictures of the walls inside the building as there is saying that it will be going to the ground in a few weeks. Johnny told me that he had been coming there for years and he was sure nobody lived there.

We had to enter the building by climbing over a lousy wall and some barbed wire put over it. After having made quite a huge leap we found ourselves in the garden (I don’t know whether or not garden is a suitable word for it as the grass almost reached my waist) and to our amazement there was someone strolling there. The guy (who must have been on every drug available in Bristol – he was absolutely NOT on the same planet we are on) with eyes as huge as cow balls stood still and asked in an not to be identifiable accent what our idea was of coming there. We told them that our plan was to take a few pictures of the graffiti on the walls in the building but he absolutely did not get any sense of it. However, we decided to find our way up to the building. After having mounted another wall and having spotted some rats chasing something we encountered a squatter who apparently did not agree us trespassing his (?) home. He compared our being there to him bulldozing our granny’s garden and Johnny explained to him that he had be coming there for years taking pictures and that he had never seen anybody on this area. He kept saying that this area was his and that it wasn’t that long ago that another guy had broken is back by falling out of one of the windows after having had a few beers. We decided not to enter the building (it was only him at that moment but who’d know how many of them he would gather in a few minutes) and we shook hands. On our way back we encountered the first doglike man again who was not in a state of having a conversation with.

Johnny and I went to a park afterwards and we had a chat with some friends of his. It’s a shame that I didn’t bring my camera – Johnny did, although he wasn’t capable to take any pictures - but I reckon this adventure was worth telling anyway.