The word 'mountain' is a bit of a misnomer. It's a barely perceptiple hill.

People don't believe me when I tell them this is exactly how I found this old cap, in what had once been a very substantial residence. The stairs were so rotten that access to the upstairs wasn't possible.

I would never be able to find this place again. Due to road works, I was diverted from a country road down an even more country road. Firstly, I'd have to find the roadworks, and they're long since finished. The clock was exactly as I found it.

Some subterfuge was required to gain access to this house. It was derelict, but tightly locked, with a 'for sale' sign on it. A glance through the window showed it had promise, so I approaced the estate agent and told him I was interested in buying it, but needed to inspect the place on my own. I got the key.

Some of the locations of these places are a bit vague, but that's mainly because a lot of the time I didn't know the name of the area I was in.