The workshops had been broken into and every bit of brass that could be taken had been taken, the work shed had been ransacked in the search for brass or anything of value, there was even I am told a tramp living in the workshop making I believe daily trips to the scrap yard with bags of metal for weighing in!
In fact when we took over I found heaps of metal (artefacts, fittings, nuts & bolts of all sorts) in a big bag as if it were ready to be dragged off to the scrap yard. All the pressure gauges and gauge glasses had been removed from the Danks boiler that was used to power the yard, most of the signs and maker’s plates that Fred had collected over the years had been stolen (shame on those that did this). Even the weather vane had gone missing. The garden was so over grown it was like a jungle with many of those fast growing trees sprouting up all over the place. Inside the house the burglars had spent many hours walking around scavenging for anything they thought was of value and in so doing had left trails of candle wax absolutely everywhere, on carpets on furniture everywhere, what a nightmare to remove, but we did, by hand bit by bit.