A big old house in the country near Undi, Estonia

So there I am minding my own business navigating the Estonian lanes when this behemoth appeared

The old farm buildings were falling in on themselves, just walls and rooves

Hmmmmmmmmmmm. So I wonder how long these socks have been out in the sun, this could be interesting.

C'mon
Let's mooch

Books in Estonian and German, "our little trumpeter", if my memory serves me correctly I found this book written in Estonian, when I was mooching in Raabasare.

Grubby is a good word, but that old winter sleigh is bloody lovely, what stories it could tell.

Ahh happy days Vinyl spinning at 33 1/3 rpm. Cleaning fluff off the diamond tipped stylus, songs skipping a beat due to a scratch on the surface of the disc. No fast forward pause or rewind.

Life was simple, life was good.

Lets go up

I went up to the top, I saw these, much like the socks, hung up to dry, and forgotten about

So I came back down to the ground floor.

Walk on

I can understand leaving your old shoes to rot, but hell a fur coat really? Whilst on the subject of shoes, what is it about crocs? What is the appeal?

Not fussed on the first, but loving the second one, so retro, worth a few bob.

Strolling nonchalantly through what I guess was a kitchen area, barren but a few nice bits and bobs to snap at

WHAT

THE

FUCK

I think I really need to leave now, get back out into the sunshine.