This Summer we made a pact to go on as many adventures as we could. So we went exploring in the woods and we found a big old broken house that nobody wanted anymore. They didn't even want all the things they had brought with them when they were going to live there. No one really knows what happened. The last of the family who built the house drowned herself in the lake at the bottom of the garden years ago. Maybe it was too sad a place to live in after all. Now all the books and things and memories are left alone to gather dust and damp, and the plants are slowly climbing their way in through the broken glass. I took some photos so we, at least, could remember them instead.