I regularly Google all kinds of things related to demolition. That’s how I’ve found a lot of locations. One of the biggest gold mines I found, was the property strategy of a small, rural municipality. There was a list of everything they would sell and demolish during the future years.
The list was so long, that it extended several years into the future. And from there I found this old nursing home built in 1964.

It had originally been a municipal home, a very modern one compared to others I’ve found so far. When the welfare state developed, most of them became nursing homes such as this one.

The architecture has stayed pretty much in its original shape.

The last inhabitants left in 2017. Since then the building has been without heating and electricity.

The municipality did receive an offer to buy the property in 2016. They declined it, because they saw the risks of the building being abandoned and ruined as too great.

Although they haven’t used it in years, the municipality has at least taken care of the property.

The building consisted of several wings, which were connected by low corridors.

The foundations had crumbled a bit.

I wonder, what that white flower growing densely everywhere is.

I wonder, if anybody had control over the shape of the complex.

I think I’m now directly behind the main entrance, which is on the opposite side of the building to the right of the picture.

The back of the building was much worse kept.

I hope they save the trees, when they eventually raze the buildings.

This is now the furthermost point. As you can see from the trail, someone else has been touring the building too.

The courtyard seen from the bottom of the hill.

Another dead end.

Until now it had been an easy ride. Behind the building were quite some bushes. And a lot of angry wasps.

The complex just goes on and on.

Looks like I’ve found the entrance to the kitchen.

One more wing to go.

Doesn’t look promising.

And didn’t. Here’s a look back towards where I came from.
Let’s see, what comes first: the bulldozer or a vandal, who creates me a way in.