We sheltered in the old school shed during a rain shower. One could almost hear the laughter and chat that went on here in times gone by. No ipads and mobile phones then, just skipping rope and hide and seek. I wonder did children have the problems they have now. I suppose not, but I’m not under the illusion that all was better then. The problems were just different.
Remains of other old buildings add to the air of abandonment.
The roof on this building, just down from the school, looks remarkable good. Some lovely stone in the walls here.
Ferns and mosses seem to love the lime in these old walls.
In the distance the mountains are being taken over by wind turbines and monoculture plantations of Sitka Spruce. Money being made for people who live far away from here. With the threat of fracking on the agenda who knows what will be next on the horizon. Fracking rigs? Let’s hope not!
As we head home we pass through tunnels of conifers…
and some fast moving Fuschia!!