With the sea just meters away over a low hedge, this villa was surely a lovely getaway break for someone and their family once upon a time. I spoke to a local man relaxing on the beachfront, he claimed that nearby was once another even grander villa; it had belonged to a business man who was one of the first to import Japanese motorbikes into Malaya. Sadly that old house was demolished to make way for a hotel.

To access the site, I squeezed through a gap in the hedge and walked through the now over grown front lawn. The villas doors were all open, it had large folding doors that could open out towards the sea. The interior of the building was bare but it was light and airy and made for a relaxing explore compared to the usual dark grimy interiors I normal work in.

The main staircase was still intact; it was grand and still retained its original wooden finish. As I walked up it, the steps creaked and groaned, it had real character. Out on to the 1st floor landing a frantic scurrying erupted from a side door close by! It was a stray puppy scared half to death by my presence. It shot by my legs and flew down the stairs. As I watched this little commotion unfold, my gaze was drawn to the back wall, there I noticed a massive possible structural crack down its face. No wonder this place was abandoned. It’s back was broken all the way from the ground floor to the roof. This was surely the villas death blow and perhaps was why such an amazing building had been left abandoned like this.