The Ivy Green

Oh, a dainty plant is the Ivy green,

That creepeth o’er ruins old!

Of right choice food are his meals, I ween,

In his cell so lone and cold.

The wall must be crumbled, the stone decayed,

To pleasure his dainty whim:

And the mouldering dust that years have made

Is a merry meal for him.

Creeping where no life is seen,

A rare old plant is the Ivy green.....
From The Ivy Green by Charles Dickens

More wild weather - Storm Ewan this time. A quick rush out between gales, sleet and sunshine to visit the nearest spot of dereliction, now pretty much ivy clad. All I can tell you is that the building is on the 1840 map and is directly opposite the entrance to the big house - I wonder if it was the gate lodge. Many thanks to 60plus for hosting DS for February - I think AngelShare   is taking over for March.