Getting away from heavy news overload this weekend, though not too far away, I managed to see and to find some curious and interesting sights that indicate difficult times long past; quiet working times in the present and a flight of fancy. My own feet were tucked into my boots, which were stepping firmly into the squidgy ground underneath.

Here, you see a dilapidated, wooden threshing machine in a grain store, which was attached to a very old abandoned and ruined farm house. Such a machine, if cared for could be in an agricultural museum today. I do know someone who actually uses one, although, I think that one would be a slightly younger model of the same design, with modifications.

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Farm labourers and their families would have left these abutted farmhouses about the late 1800’s perhaps the turn of the 1900’s. Times could be hard for people working on the land.

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Today, another industry, a quiet and almost sleeping quarry. Signs of chippings, men’s unfinished labour left resting, for now……….


A large flight of geese,in typical ‘Vee’ formation, probably looking for their lunch.

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….And with their sets of feet firmly in the mire, curious but timid ladies

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Who were, by all appearances, ladies in waiting.

Everything tells a tale.


0 thoughts on “A REAL FLIGHT OF FANCY

  1. Hi Menhir, this post has brought back a memory. I remember when we first moved to Cornwall that I discovered a set of mine buildings within a woodland and it was as if it was the Marie Celeste. It really felt as if the workers had simply downed tools one day and never came back. While I explored there was this constant thumping sound echoing through the trees which was one of the pumps that worked through hydro electricity and had never been switched off. I wonder if even now twenty years on it’s heart still beats?

  2. My goodness – that must have been eerie.

    I was sad when I saw the threshing machine falling to bits while at the same time, recalling the silent quarry with it’s still gleaming work equipment and some older dull work sites within it. None as decomposed yet, as the threshing machine.

  3. i particularly like the farming pictures,
    there must be plenty of stories that will forever go untold about the folk who’s once everyday lives have now become mere remnants of what once was.

  4. That will be so. While the farming industry has changed, though not totally, on small crofts, where some less industrialised implements still have their uses, where the ruined shells of what once was tell a story of loss and maybe future hope, (where did people go and how did they fare?) the nearby more modern industry of stone cutting, grew. It grew quietly then became more mechanised. That industry waned too. Some quarries still exist but are currently, quiet.

  5. I stood in the house, took some interior pictures of the ruins and tried to imagine how families lived in such a place and what those families may have been like.

    The structures themselves tell a tale, the small windows and the fireplaces. They all had a purpose.

  6. Indeed men were men, of a kind, and the women were tenacious, hardy and strong. They worked the land with their menfolk, as many do today. As they do today, the women worked in the house, kept the budget with the meagre amounts there probably were, and reared the children. It was a team effort that was never truly recognised for what it was, even by many of the family groups.

  7. Wow…..that is a really glum comment. I guess my camera would be clicking away internationally going by your underlying message.

    Industry takes many forms, it will be interesting to see what the Phoenix will be like

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