Bandstand at the end of the universe

One of those days when you feel like we're all inside a huge Tupperware box. Opaque light, foggy, drab and a faint smell of cabbage.

This bandstand, sorry Pavilion, sits grumpily down at the bottom of the garden at Cubley Hall. It gets used on sunny days for wedding snaps. Most of the time it's a source of irritation for parents whose kids play on the wrong side of the 'Do not let your children play in the pavilion' sign.

I remember when all this was fields ...

Sigh.