whitefields/uplands | I knew I should've turned the gas off

We entered the formal gardens, the gateposts now rotten and collapsing. Several times, the angled white gatepost looked like a ghost standing in the undergrowth, adding a creepy feeling to a windswept and noisy day.

Further in the undergrowth, a small metal framed greenhouse had been twisted and bent into an unimaginable, and almost unrecognisable, shape.

Figure #13: Uplands | Main Drive