Barn Door

This door to Ciesek's barn hasn't been opened for many years. I only went in there once to look at the village threshing machine. One of the roof beams was rotten then and I expect it still is.

Ciesek died about three years ago; the last of a trio of three friends, all aging badly and worthy of a book. He once called round to sell us some fish he had caught with his girlfriend (perhaps one of many). There must have been some grimy charm to his twinkle. They don't make them like that any more.