30/08/2026
Things this building has held. 🖤
Water, once. Thousands of gallons of it, moved by machinery that ran day and night for a town that needed it. Coal dust. Steam. The noise of men working shifts through the dark.
Then, for a while, nothing much at all.
Now: bouquets left on window ledges. Grandmothers dancing at eleven o'clock. Best men rehearsing under their breath by the door. Two families meeting properly for the first time. Candle wax on brickwork that's older than everyone in the room combined.
Buildings don't get to choose their second lives. This one was lucky.
We're rather fond of what it holds these days.
🌺 Wild & Wonderful Flowers