Fishponds Shack.By Paige

Splintered glass lay amidst a stack of branches.The roof is smothered with dead ivy.Paint begins to blister.Once where there were bricks there is only rubble.The main thing standing is a set of swing doors,on which the padlock is rusted.A yellow triangle is the sign of danger,stuck on the flaked paint.Loose tiles prepare to drop.Directly infront is an overgrown bush which is used as a dump,stinging nettles hide treacherously in the long waving grass.On the doors rotten,mouldy wood looks as though it is going to crumble and rot away.