When we bought our French house (aka ‘Brokedown Palace’), this is the state that the barn was in. Those bales of rotting hay were all that were holding up not only the roof (such as it was), but pretty much the entire edifice. Since part of the bâtiment belongs to our neighbour, getting it fixed was something of a priority. It cost about as much as we originally paid for the house and land in the first place.
For Frank’s theme for this week of ‘decay’, here is an image of part of the heavily-weathered inscription on a gravestone to be found in the old burial ground opposite St Mary’s church in Beverley, Yorkshire.
Time and the elements have worn down the lettering into something almost abstract, although it is still possible to make out some of the wording.