Being the highly sentimental type with an attachment to material goods in a way that highly associates them with the connected person, I decided to take some photographs of my Granddad's old shed and greenhouse which of course are full of his belongings. The two buildings have almost never been entered since he moved to the home so it's interesting if sad, for me anyway, to see them in a state of decay yet at the same time everything is there that I remember even down to the paintbrushes in soak on top of the water butt. It's as if these spaces represent how the memory and use of these two small buildings are locked away from my Granddad's mind, now full of dust and cobwebs. I clearly remember playing with dried beans and pretending they were people when I was really quite young, as well as seeing their tortoise scuttle around the greenhouse, alot faster than some people may think. On the other side of the garden is the gate that connected my Grandparent's house and that of Uncle Chick, who sadly died over the Christmas period last year. This gate has been blocked off with the current occupants of the house choosing to leave the hedges overgrown, that's life and I know it but I do miss going round there. I know I'm lucky to have these memories and I'm truly grateful to my Grandad and Uncle Chick (Nan too of course!) for giving me such a great time during the time I spent with them to look back on. Thank you!
There is some happier news aswell as my Mum bought a dog that same weekend, so here are some photos of the cute little scruffball.
Images by KLV
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