Plodging through the clart (part 1)

All last week workmen battled with the elements and put up the base of the conservatory. The garden looked like a wet Glastonbury festival aftermath, so we determined we would escape its muddy mess and have a photographic foray.

On Saturday we made our way to the abandoned asylum. Unfortunately we were unable to get very near the actual buildings, though the temptation to try and breach the closed gates was great.