The House
The little cottage, once a gate-lodge to a prestigious Victorian housing estate, stood empty, neglected, derelict. It seemed almost to be crying out... 'help me!' Windows smashed, door hanging open, piles of fly-tipped rubble and rubbish in the overgrown garden. The large garage on the side, doors open, corrugated roof broken, and an inspection pit with no cover, half full of water and less attractive, noisome matter. We were visiting a friend, and we'd watched the deterioration of the...