What is left of the old barn along the field track behind our home. Already a ruin, more of it disappeared about a month ago when to chaps with a Landrover “harvested” a lot of the accessible bricks – presumably with permission since the field gate had been unlocked. There wasn’t enough taken for a substantial project – possibly a garden wall. I once built a garden wall from old barn bricks kindly donated by a farmer friend. The advantage of such old bricks is their inconstant size, which someone as atrocious at bricklaying as me can get away with inconsistently sized beds of mortar. The result looks as old and rustic as was the original barn, especially with the gorgeous hues of reds and oranges.
