The chair

I wandered into a part of the building that has been shut off for a long time. Ever since the place used to be the old Victorian asylum.

I found it by accident. A steel door, grimy, filthy, with a bolt but no padlock to it. I pushed it open and found myself on a narrow stone staircase. I think it led to the old 'electric room'.

I only went up one flight because it gave me the willies. But on the first landing, I found this chair. So I took a photo - (have started again to take a camera everywhere. Like I used to.)

There was just something about this chair: the seat was ingrained with dirt - the back, too. I don't suppose a bottom had graced it for some time. But what a story it could tell!