Last September I visited my aunt in Cambridgeshire. My cousin took me for a ride down memory lane in his Range Rover. One of the places he took me was the farm where I was born and spent the first 20 years of my life. I was shocked to see that it had become a victim of the bigger is better syndrome, and that only the barn had survived, presumably because it was useful for storage.
It was my childhood playroom.
I'm not asking for any C&C because the subject is rather emotional, and I've left the image largely uncropped to emphasize the barn's isolation.
Here is an arial photo of the farm in its entirety.
http://web.ukonline.co.uk/sw.rae/examples/Farm-2.jpg
Regards,
Stuart
It was my childhood playroom.
I'm not asking for any C&C because the subject is rather emotional, and I've left the image largely uncropped to emphasize the barn's isolation.
Here is an arial photo of the farm in its entirety.
http://web.ukonline.co.uk/sw.rae/examples/Farm-2.jpg
Regards,
Stuart