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. Recently I returned here 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. I'll always take a messy back yard full of old memories over a modern building with no stories to tell.