The Green Fuse

It's something I've know for many years but something which we as a family have only recently acknowledged and acted on: I'm not very good at going to the shops. Far better, for all concerned, to leave me behind to potter in the house. That's what happened this morning.

After lunch we took some lesser trodden paths and found a cluster of derelict, graffitied and overgrown buildings which must have been a fantastic kind-of steading as little as twenty years ago. I settled on this photo of a dank pool; something about the composition was pleasing.