On the other side of a field of wheat stubble is what is one of the smallest house we've ever seen. All it can be is two rooms and a thunder box out the back but although the garden is tidy and the hedge cut, the house is falling steadily into a state of dereliction.
It has mains power and could be easily renovated despite its condition. You can't help but wonder why the owner of the land doesn't do just that and rent it out or sell it. Fenland ways sometimes seem unfathomable.
No doubt one day we'll go past and it will be a heap of rubble and wood.