The allure of the abandoned

Confession: I have a minor obsession with abandoned places. The more crumbling, overgrown, and full of dangerous bits of rusted metal or roofs in imminent risk of collapse, the happier I am.

Here on the New Hampshire Seacoast, I've managed to squirm my way into some places I am patently not allowed to go (and will therefore not list here in a public forum).

Maybe it's the same reason I'm nuts for archaeology. Crawling around the ruins of modern society's abandoned places really isn't all that different from exploring what's left behind when other cultures and societies fade away or move on. Inhabited, maintained spaces have their mysteries, of course - my lit fic cohorts love to explore those, in all their twisty emotional glory - but they don't sing out at you like those in deserted places.

That's also why the same thrill never seems to apply to ruins that have been put on a tour bus circuit. Add ticketing, add other camera-toting people, add legitimacy, and my interest wanes. I want to feel like I'm the first person in an era to set foot inside these places. I want to imagine that I'm making a discovery.

On the Aran Islands off the west coast of Ireland, there are a series of Iron Age ring forts. One has been turned into a museum, complete with informational signs and easy accessibility. Of course, the one that I fell in love with could only be reached by hiking for over a mile across a barren landscape of exposed, windswept bedrock, following the line of the cliffs and a single extremely vague signpost.

Here are three of the spots at the top of my probably-illegal exploring wish list:


What off-limits, undoubtedly dangerous abandoned places are you dying to get into?

One thought on “The allure of the abandoned”

  1. Emma says:

    When I was a child, we used to regularly visit Highcliffe Beach on the south coast of the UK – it had a boarded-up ruined castle (Highcliffe Castle) that myself and my brother regularly tried to break into to explore (with no success – the one time we managed it, we were caught by our parents before we could get inside and grounded for a week). Highcliffe Castle has been restored and re-opened now. You can get married there and it most recently featured in the Mr Selfridge TV show (it was where Mr Selfridge used to stay before he blew all his money on gambling and showgirls). It looks lovely now of course, but sometimes I can’t help wishing it was back in its more evocative forgotten state …

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