That's a scary one. Located in a hallway that leads to the back yard and the trash cans, the door can't be locked any more. The diazed fuses without a cover are live.
Old lead cables, probably phone.
Old isolators tell stories of long forgotten wires...
One last look back before really going down in the cellar...
The basement fuses... conveniently located high above the stairs. Standing on the top step they're well above my head (and I'm 190cm). Fused neutral as always.
The water piping isn't much better than the electrical. A mix of iron (already rusted again), lead pipe and flexible hose (a recent hack job, joining two pieces of 1/2" pipe with 3/8" hose...)
Wooden junction boxes...