I'm going Home

This little house holds many memories for my father who is now 84, he has told me many stories about when he lived in it as young boy. It is built in the middle of nowhere with no neighbours for miles and it has slowly been left empty over the years and is now home to birds and the occasional sheep who jump in through the broken windows at the back. There is something unique about this old house and I often get drawn back to it and we venture inside and imagine my dad as a young lad being there. So for me this is a very special blip it isn't anything exciting to look at but to me it means such a lot.