I walked right up to the cottage, the wind in my face the whole way, a northerly; brisk and chilly. There wasn’t much life about, the countryside flicking between bright gold and new growth green glory to dreary and washed out on these dull blowy days. The cottage has been derelict for as long as I can remember and has deteriorated steadily over the yea…
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