In my college days I'd pass by this farmhouse on the bus twice a day, catching a brief glimpse through the gates enough to notice the collection of old volvo's and countless piles of auto parts amounting to over fifty years of one man's work. Last year I returned here on foot for the first time only to realise the man had surely passed away and the house for some strange reason had not been sold on. The farmhouse is empty and most of the cars are gone, whilst the yard now seems a shadow of what it once was, but I can't help but feel somewhat glad that it hadn't been cleared out and wiped of all its history before I had time to revisit a second time when the house was no longer shut tight. Inside were signs of a small business having been run on the premises, with a receipt machine and tools pointing towards Mr McCarthur’s auto yard having been something of an eccentric go-to location for a particular kind of car owner or collector. At the very back of the yard, a rare 1960 Ford Prefect is being taken over by nature, and the last remaining volvo out of what must have been a dozen sits next to an old retro tin caravan. On the wall above the barn are countless award certificates dating back to the early 1940's for horse-riding shows and livestock events that indicate this was once used as an actual farm and has been passed through generations until now. I can only guess that the home has been cleared by relatives after McCarthur died but have since failed to come to a decision on the future of the property, which has taken many different forms throughout the seasons as the ivy and flowers take their turn to hide its walls from the road. Given the relatively wealthy area I highly doubt it will remain dormant for too long, but I'll always take a messy back yard full of old memories over a modern building with no stories to tell.
Side Note: You won't find any images of bird cages in this article. I'm not sure how they appeared following my visit, but they weren't there to begin with.
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