A corrugated metal roof, all red with rust, crowns what remains of the old stone house. History falling apart.
Ivy entwines itself, running its tentacles along cracks in the walls, finding a way in where once people lived.
History, so much history and so many questions to go with it.
It may be old, but there are so many things I love about this old building, the small windows set into the stone, the irregular shaped stone work, the colour provided by the old metal roof…
Of course many may just see an old place ready to face the bulldozer. What do you see?