|"Where the Forss Meets the Sea", watercolour, 25 x 36 cm|
No, it's not me that's falling apart! It's another old building that I've seen deteriorating over the years. When I first came across it, there were just a couple of holes in the roof and it looked fairly sound. Those holes were enough, though, to allow the wind and rain to get to work. The roof timbers must have rotted, and when they could no longer carry the weight, they collapsed. It's sad to see, but it's a very organic process; almost like natural ageing.
The building stands right on the edge of the beach, where the River Forss runs into the sea. I don't know what its original purpose was. It's fairly substantial for this area; bigger than a croft house. It looks more like a larger farmhouse, but it seems a strange location for it. Maybe it had some involvement with fishing as well.