They moan as darkness settles in,
Some say it’s pipes and floorboards,
Settling as they cool.
But we all know the house lives on,
It sighs as we all sleep within,
Nestling in those rumbling bowels.
Does anyone else really love old buildings? Here in the UK we have The National Trust that looks after lots of old properties and you can pay a membership and go and visit them, all over the country. For me, visiting one of their houses is the perfect day out.
I don’t know where my fascination with buildings came from, but it definitely has something to do with the knowing that so many stories have played out within them over the years.
I remember driving past the old asylum in our town when I was really young. I found out what an asylum was and I became transfixed. I couldn’t believe that such horrors could have played out in my boring little town.
Parts of the building still stand and I always wonder if there are still spirits that float through the hallways. Or is it the building itself that has a personality? Is it shaped by everything that has happened inside of it?
I have always thought that buildings look a bit like people with eyes and mouths. And the older the better. The older they are, the more character and the more individual.
Once day I hope that I can live in an old cottage that’s all quirky and old. It won’t be a very good investment, but it would make me happy.