Urban Exploration - The Manor of Thorns

We received photos from a traveler and compiled them into a historical summary.

What an ordeal to get inside! It’s a plush residence, something between a manor and a house. In this area, they apparently call it a gentilhommière (a manor house). The abandonment dates back a very long time, and from the gate, the house sits just a few dozen meters away.

The field has been mowed, it’s 38 degrees out, and due to the lack of space along the narrow roads, I’m parked far away. I’m wearing shorts, and the hostile vegetation is nearly two meters high: thistles galore, with nettles to complete the mix.

I circle around, then circle back; there is truly only one way in: straight through this semi-demonic jungle and its considerable hostility. I had no choice!

This little manor has been largely stripped of its furniture and has been abandoned for what looks like forty to fifty years—it is, therefore, a ruin from which one shouldn't expect much.

Nevertheless, the walls possess the undeniable advantage of a certain aesthetic charm, and by searching thoroughly, a few old photos remain, more or less devoured by mice.

The family tomb wasn't the easiest to find, in the sense that it was the second-to-last one I checked in the cemetery; that's quite rare!

If the few scattered pieces of information are to be believed, this was once a farm, which follows a classic historical path for this region.