"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.