Old friends

There is something about old windows that catches me. I wonder about who used to look out from them and what they saw, what they were thinking about. It’s like the ghosts stand beside you as you look out the window together.

This shot is at the back of the mock Tudor house, the remains of the wee building that once housed McManus the grocer. The stonework looks older than the mock Tudor. Perhaps the latter had some new brickwork when the other houses on the street were demolished.