Hidden away in a dense and maze-like South London suburb, just a 5 minute walk from where I grew up, Cr8erlake (affectionately named due to its sunken kind of setting at the bottom of a hill each side) is a super sentimental and providential one. Not one iota of vandalism or graffiti exists within its perametres, which to the best of our detective skills have been disused/unwanted since around 2005. It's not the indoor spa facilities, amphibian biodiversity, or utter lack of interest from any kind of authority that each makes it a winner, it's got to be the most likely candidate for kickstarting my pursuit of abandoned places as a hobby in the very beginning.
For more history and musings: http://visitortoamuseum.weebly.com/cr8erlake
For more history and musings: http://visitortoamuseum.weebly.com/cr8erlake