Time and weather seem to have got the better of this Nissen Hut we found out in the Fens, me driving and the boss in the turret.
It stands against a hedge back with the elder, brambles and nettles gradually filling the interior along with the urgent sounds of rushings and rustlings as the resident wildlife was disturbed. Definitely another terrier paradise.
If you go to visit beware of the bricks, they're hanging on to the roof bar by a thread. If one of those drops you'll end up with the mother of all headaches.
We'll get the Health and Safety Executive to check it out, write a report, do a consultation and then tell us the bricks are in a possibly dangerous condition. Then they will put a notice up behind black and yellow tape where you can't read it anyway.
Well not unless you feel lucky.