Racton Ruins

Racton Ruins was a place S and I stumbled upon by accident.

You see way back when temperatures in England were double digits and the sun graced us with its pleasant appearance, S and I were planning to take a stroll through some nearby lavender fields. But after winding through abandoned country roads and ending up on a single lane road that later turned out to be a drive to a very large house, we realised that we really didn’t know where we were.

As we turned around the car around I noticed the top of a building poking out of some trees.
“Erm Saaaaam… What is that?”
“Hmm, not sure, I think it’s where everyone used to go to go raving but it’s pretty abandoned now”
“Ooooh” *childish glee* “Shall we go explore?”
And with that the car was parked in a nearby lay-by and we were off for a wander.

Racton Ruins (occasionally known as Racton Monument) is situated on a hill in Racton, just off of the main Funtington road near Stanstead House. The monument was originally commissioned by the 2nd Earl of Halifax and was designed and constructed back in 1766 by architect Theodosius Keene.

Unfortunately we never got to see it in its full glory because the folly has been abandoned for over a century and despite it still standing at its original height, the interior of Racton Monument lays in ruins as its floors have disappeared and its roof has caved in.

The building now belongs to a private owner who has planning permission to turn the monument from a state of ruins, into an incredible dwelling (amagad can you even imagine living somewhere as unique as that?) but unfortunately said owner has not done much with it, and due to its abandoned nature the folly has become the location of several suicides and paranormal investigators.

Personally I think rather than building another house it should be turned into a local cafe, a place that counteracts the darkness that comes from isolation, a place that’s full of life. Racton monument is isolated in nature and surrounded by natural farmland which means the cafe would be able to run off of incredibly local produce and decorated with locally grown flowers.

But unfortunately it’s not my building nor will it ever be, because despite it’s state of dishevelment you can bet your bottom dollar its still worth a hefty amount.
But that doesn’t mean in it’s abandoned state it still can’t be appreciated.

It’s so incredibly silent and offers the kind of peaceful tranquility that can only be found in the English countryside.

Have you ever been to Racton Ruins?
Let me know in the comments! xo