This set of images is from a wander, an exploration, a nose around, a trespass and a close look at the interior of a now abandoned stable block.
Looking through the hanging, crooked door or the smashed, rusty window frames most people would say its empty, but the building is full of 'stuff' to be discovered, studied, recorded and played with.
You just have to look a bit closer....
The light sneaks through small cracks in the walls of the barn, highlighting the things left by previous visitors...
I hung the bricks on the window frame they'd been used to destroy...
Like the red mist in the 'War of the Worlds' films, these long fingers of ivy creep along the floor from one end of the building to the other, slowly taking hold of everything in their path...
Tucked behind this wall is a large stash of old cider bottles, wine bottles, cigarette packets and shopping bags full of trash. I've seen a tramp wandering around the village in the past, cider in one hand, fags in the other. Now I know where he's heading...
This barn sits in the middle of a large field at the farthest end of the village. The shrubs and bushes outside are taking over and the whole building is almost covered in green spaghetti.
Two purposes. To get drunk and then used as target practise for a rifle.
We've all been there; drunk with a gun....
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