Some places tell stories that ears no longer hear.
If you let us choose, we’d always pick nature above being any place else. Though, sometimes buildings can captivate us as any other tree. On one of our last trips in nature we stumbled upon this intriguing house.
It started as a Summer’s day. The yellow Tansy dancing when the wind rose.
We saw this house more times than we could count, from the other side of the river. Imagining, how sweet life should be living in this idyllic place.
Living so close to nature. With trees and water surrounding you. And the fastest way to get you from A to B, by boat. All those things that once were, were now in a state of decay. Crumbling down, while nature and vandalism, slowly but surly take over.
The cowshed, dismantled. With only traces of what this place must have been. How a farmer had once lived here with his stock, in the middle of nature on the riverside. The air felt heavy, with what must have been happy memories and leaving it all behind.
How nature always will take over. When we have left, and even we have forgotten these forgotten places. Their names, their stories.
If these walls could talk, I guess they must be whispering ‘Forget me not‘.
We all have a natural curiosity inside us. It is for you to know when to listen to it and when to tame it – Whenever you are entering ones land, home or property, go with caution and with respect.
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