The photos are a mix of Infra red /Full spectrum & visual spectrum – 3 different cameras and were taken June and September 2015.
Finding this place is relatively easy as it is signposted from the main road. The grounds are occupied but when I went I saw no one. I walked right up to the padlocked gate and realised entry was impossible.
After wandering about for a while I found the chapel in the trees. To my surprise the door was unlocked and I was able to wander in. On the Altar were the remains of some inkjet prints that explained some of the history but they were in poor condition and in French.
This was in June.
I came back to the UK sourced an inflatable boat, a hard hat and waterproof bags for my cameras. Then spent several hours annoying fishermen and narrow boat users floundering about in a canal learning how to row.
Went back to France in September. On the full moon I spent 4 hours in the car driving up France to get here. Scrambled round the back with all my bags to be met by two inquisitive donkeys. Don’t know if you have ever been near a donkey when it starts braying but that would have ended everything. So I talked to them coolly & calmly and explained the lack of carrots as I didn’t know they would be there. They nodded & seemed to understand but were in all probability just nosy as they followed me but, thankfully, made no noise.
After 3 trips back to the car because of forgotten essentials I had the boat in the water with all my stuff and paddled across. This was 4 am. Reached the landing & pulled my self in with nettles – not an auspicious start. Hid the boat and unpacked my gear. Something kept tapping me on my back and every time I turned round there was nothing there. Too late to be scared by ghosts I walked in.
This place is seriously decayed. The ground is spongy, mostly moss, There are some solid parts but if you touch the walls the plaster or whatever covers the stone sticks to your fingers. Glad I had the hard hat
By now I had explored most of the place and found the stone staircase (which is easily the best bit) The carvings & decoration are beautifully crafted.
The 2 dragon down pipes were my favorites -not too taken by the naked dwarf however.
This Chateau is well known in France, as is the problems it’s current owner faces with the banks. I lived in France for 4 years and know the psychology. If something is not backed up by copious pieces of paper it does not exist. So I gather he is sick and tired of the whole situation.
As for me I’m 59 (not your average urban explorer), trained as a Graphic Designer/ Illustrator at St Martin’s School of Art and love (and record) the way nature reclaims even the greatest and most ostentatious works of man.
If this catches you there is more on my website
(photography and drawings)http://www.grimoiresdufaerie.com/