Shrubhill #10

Revolting.

As promised, I engineered a 20 minute gap in my day to swing by here to register my support for sanity.

No snow in here, but the ride up was - entertaining in patches. More likely to come to harm making my way here than breaking and entering a derelict building. Still, meant I was not bothered about coming in on a week day in broad daylight..

The final Cigs (for now) in this shed; it looks the manager's office, tucked away on the corner of the shed used to occupy this space.. But seems that a wee fire has wrecked what was probably a nice wee howf for the waifs and strays of here.  'I REMEMBER THE FIRE' sprayed across the wall, framed by the charred timbers that remain.

White paint on metal grill / wooden board; not the most artistic Cigs ever, but hey. Undated too.

I suppose I live in hope that the conflagration that ended the howf was caused by a stray cigarette end....