BARN STORMER
TURNING OFF THE MAIN ROAD, I WONDER if there are any farms left in this part of the world that are actually purely concerned with farming. Are there any cow sheds or grain stores with their originally designated contents? Any stables sheltering horsepower of the hoofed variety?
The phrase ‘barn find’ usually conjures up an image of an old Ferrari, Bugatti or Aston that has spent decades doing service as a chicken coop or a trellis for some brambles. But these days, barns are just as likely to reveal something shiny and new, whether it be a complete car or some finely crafted component thereof. So much knowledge and expertise is being put to work in unassuming buildings across the country. No big signs, no fancy receptions, just magnificent feats of manufacturing hidden away behind rollershutter doors. I suspect The Grey Barn will be a great example. But first I’ve got to find it
The narrow driveway meanders through fields for over a mile and Ibegin towonder ifI’ve made awrong turn, but eventually some buildings heave into view. Afarmhouse. Some offices. Some agricultural equipment. Ah, The Grey Barn, tucked away in a corner. The unassuming home of some
