The archway was of brick construction and where the mortar had crumbled between the brickwork, delicate clumps of blue and yellow flowers had settled. Streaks of silver paint had been spray painted over some of the flowers creating a psychedelic hue to the foliage.
Once through the archway, I found myself on a cracked tarmac path, leading…
The archway was of brick construction and where the mortar had crumbled between the brickwork, delicate clumps of blue and yellow flowers had settled. Streaks of silver paint had been spray painted over some of the flowers creating a psychedelic hue to the foliage.
Once through the archway, I found myself on a cracked tarmac path, leading me around a series of unmown lawns, the tall grass heavy with seed in the late July heat. Eventually the path stopped in front of the ruins of a small country house, which according to the faded explanatory notice, had burnt down mysteriously in the early part of the last century.
The archway was of brick construction and where the mortar had crumbled between the brickwork, delicate clumps of blue and yellow flowers had settled. Streaks of silver paint had been spray painted over some of the flowers creating a psychedelic hue to the foliage.
Once through the archway, I found myself on a cracked tarmac path, leading me around a series of unmown lawns, the tall grass heavy with seed in the late July heat. Eventually the path stopped in front of the ruins of a small country house, which according to the faded explanatory notice, had burnt down mysteriously in the early part of the last century.
Thanks for sharing! I wonder what went on in that mysterious house!