For me, old barns have always held a slightly sinister quality. Standard contents usually house nothing scarier than a spare shovel or some old bails of twine but the really old ones with their distressed doors and sunken roofs have always stirred my imagination and still spook me! Even those which are open,
seldom do I step fully inside. I peek through the door, making my approach obvious with loud footsteps or shouts of ‘here I come, ready or not’. Consider in the UK we have no bears, larges cats (well perhaps) or wolves to contend with, should in theory make any nerves sound silly-but still they exist!
One evening I promise to test my nerve and take a walk through the wood in the dark (with torch) to this particular barn. It sounds easy, but believe me this is a challenge I’m more likely to shirk than complete.