Notes on FEN ONWYN (revisited), Ceredigion 2014

I was walking past, a few sheets of film remained and heading for my car. I hadn’t even realized I would be walking past. I, of course, stopped and had a quick look around. I knew the house was for sale but that must have been two or three years ago. It would appear it was still unsold. The place had, however, been cleared up a little. Most of the debris from the barns, including the motorbike, had gone. Someone had recently kicked a hole in the front door. There were also a few ornaments on a front window sill. I took a few photographs and left. I don’t much like this house. It’s somehow foreboding and too barren for my tastes.