I have been missing from my blog for some time for a number of reasons. Firstly and annoyingly I have had loads of trouble with computer, lost all my favourite places and then couldn't even get online. I am online at mo but not through my usual AOL interface - having to use Internet Explorer (which I hate). Have lost all my friends email (oh why didn't I back them up) and all my favourite places. (Is my bank really a favourite place????). But I am back online and determined to blog. I have also been unwell - don't want to go into it too deeply but just to say the same old problem. My mind giving way and playing tricks on me - making it difficult to function and have reasonable thoughts - but oh well, hopefully I am coming out of it now. May be more on that later.
I was lucky enough to have the chance to visit a very old and disused building. Someone I know was guarding it and alittle wary of the possible ghosts and goulies so I went to keep them company. This building was an old hospital, an old mental hospital - how appropriate I hear you ask? - but it was amazing and very large. For the last few years it has been mainly used as offices and it appears that the last staff only left a few months ago. I was such a wonderful experience and I was able to take my camera to record the building and to record parts of its history. In places it was very creepy. Like the history of the building and the people within it were still there but in other places it was just large and empty and slightly damaged. Lots of exposed fireplaces and covered wooden panels and signs of people working.
I liked this image because it shows the history - a faded damp and damaged sign that asks a question of a empty, overgrown, disused building. Apparently there was an old chapel in the grounds somewhere. I never found it. I wonder how that would have felt? Outside there was some wonderful trees and the last remenents of some roses once tended and loved by a long gone ground keeper.
I have a hobby - well I have many hobbies but one of them is I like to buy second hand poetry books from car boot sales and charity shops. Anything that catches my eye and could be interesting and cheap. I read them and some I put up for sales on Amazon. It can be a difficult thing, I sometimes really like them but if they are worth lots of money I feel I should sell them. Things being financially a tad difficult at the moment (that's an understatement!!) but sometimes I really don't want anyone to buy them so I can read them again and make them part of me.
