I was on my way to a spooky old hospital (laters folks), I was on some country lane, a supposed short cut, I have never travelled this way before.
And never will again
That's ok! I parked down the lane, simply because there was a farm vehicle and a couple of cars parked on the grounds, I think some of it is still in use or maybe a nearby farmer was showing people around as it seems a planning proposal has been about since 2017
C'mon
LETS MOOCH
Alas the main farmhouse was sealed tight.
Outbuildings can be interesting, usually where excess junk is stuffed.
As a little aside I got my arse wet coming out, having to sit down on the top step as the afore mentioned damn normal people where leaving.
One car
Two cars.
Peeping over the wall, Mr farmer locking the gates, into his telehandler and there he goes rumbling away.
And relax.
Rewind.
This is going to be rather splendid I thought to myself.
I can just see his face on Christmas morning back in 2004, what does a small boy want? scalextric? a play station? a football and football boots?
"Thanks dad a fucking tree!"
Still this young man had ambitions, writing up a story that would see him as the first person to stand on the moon, I mean, come on, someone someday is going to want to land there surely?
smug spice scary spice and sandal wearing spice
It was at the end of the day just a mish mash of interesting detritus
Now that really is true romance.
Picking it up, the pages were not as I was expecting "all stuck together"
I flicked through and took a shot after first checking my picture and advert wasn't there!
So that was it, time to take my soggy bottom back to the car