Seriously. I presume we are all James Lees Milne readers…and this is clearly not the same thing as charming ones way into the grandest of British piles…but I still can’t drive past a boarded up crapper.
Not to mention the fact that the colours on these old barns are a positive delight…
While I have little interest in freshly painted red barns, you will not be surprised to hear that I positively swoon when it fades and drifts towards ashes of coral pink.
And THEN when one walks around the corner and this little tableau of broken window and chair ready-poised for entry…oh oh. I’m this close to full on B&E.
Thank goodness from my perch on the vinyl covered chair… I can see the Uppark-esque curtains blowing in the autumnal breeze…in consummate state of dishabille…a moment of ephemeral joy, and I can be on my way - morals intact.
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Whatever floats your boat. I’ll stick to the big piles.
Funny you should mention JL-M, just started Some Country Houses and their Owners two nights ago.
I love barns-but when they are down to that state, all I can think of are ghosts and bats. Have a great day-dreaming day.
Oh Colette I think the same thing, turning an old barn into a great loft, then thinking oh dear $$$$$!!
Well one never knows!!
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Colette-
Happy holidays to you and NH…
I love the poetry of your images…and can see why you were entranced.
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The words that come to mind are “romantically haunted.” Country house shopping is addictive. We’ve been doing so since before we could afford it. Now I think we may be too attached to the hunt itself. We look at least once or twice a month, but rarely make a move beyond that! Maybe soon….
Lovely photos!
Wabi Sabi!
I’m guessing this is in North America. Haunting photos, intriguing tale.
The wind is howling as I type this, trouble is, once you start tarting it up, the magic and romance vanishes…But I’m sure you and NH know where to stop!