A dense stand of prickly flowers like cattails grows by the side of the road. The ancient water wheel is in ruins. Peering intently at the ruins, you circle it. The wood has long since decayed, but the stone foundation is still in good shape. Passing one of the windows, it looks like bones are visible within.
A tall, wildly overgrown hedgerow spans the road. Brambles and ivy coil through the dense undergrowth to surround the ancient forge.
A dilapidated, partially collapsed stone fence marks the boundary of one of the town’s properties. Much of it is rotten and covered in moss and lichens.
Several large apple trees grow in front of a dilapidated house. Rotten, decomposing apples litter the ground.
The roof of a nearby house has completely collapsed. Birds nest among the ruins and take wing if anyone enters the building.
Weeds and grass grow over the disused road. Only deeply gouged wagon tracks show where the road ran.
The nearby field is overgrown and wild. The rustle of small creatures moving through the tall grass is easily audible.
A riot of wild flowers covers the bank by the side of the road.