More sky than roof

George and I had headed out to get haircuts. But the bus we'd gone for sailed past early, and by the time we got to the bus stop we realised we wouldn't arrive before the barber closed. 

As we trudged home, George said, "at least it wasn't a totally wasted journey...oh wait, it was," 

In a vain attempt to prove him wrong, I took a moment to document the slow decay of the nearby horse mill. 

This didn't improve his mood one bit.