It’s an old henhouse. A magnificent henhouse. You know Martha Stewart would do something with it.
So would I. It has two floors.
A jazz club, coffee house, restaurant, bar. Endless possibilities.
But it’s not mine. It’s already been moved and rescued by the Hamilton Scot Inn, a local bed and breakfast.
I imagine someday it will welcome a wedding party. It already has the folding chairs. And that window over the door? It’s surrounded in tiny lights illuminating the bride as she throws the bouquet…