A scary looking bunker thing, maybe containing a tank, or perhaps just some lawnmowers. I don't think anyone had opened the doors for many years to find out.
Welcome to the attic of my mind. Mind the stairs, click the light on and have a rummage around my thoughts on writing, the art of everything second-hand, the natural world, music . . . just about everything. Probably not much about sport.
Monday, 3 February 2014
Building No 35
Not number 23, possibly next to number 23.
A scary looking bunker thing, maybe containing a tank, or perhaps just some lawnmowers. I don't think anyone had opened the doors for many years to find out.
I had the feeling that if I went back to this backwater of Castelnaudary in thirty years time, this structure would still be the same: a little more decayed, and whatever is inside, a little more rusty and forgotten.
A scary looking bunker thing, maybe containing a tank, or perhaps just some lawnmowers. I don't think anyone had opened the doors for many years to find out.
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