While looking for a photograph of something I once built, I came across a skyscape, shot from the ground outside my old home - a repurposed garden workshop that didn't stand the test of time.

The cabin, as I called it, was cosy and pretty, and it stood in a small garden, where I grew strawberries. The local cats would gather on the roof, climb the tree next to the cabin, and sometimes find themselves in my kitchen, munching on the cat food I stored in the cupboard.

I miss that little place, but I couldn't go back, if I tried, because it fell down, after just a year.
They don't make things like they used to. That's for sure.