Flitting through the gaps in the tree line, bursts of red catch your eye as you walk along the fence-line of the farmer's field. As you approach a turn off in the road a grand barn looms above, overlooking the field below, its structure speaking to the wealth of whomever built it.
The hay inside looks warm and comforting, and whilst wear is starting to show over it's exterior surely the owner couldn't fault weary travellers trying to find a safe spot to rest for the night?