The Barn is split up into four stalls, each with a faded name painted on the creaking half-door (Charlotte, Elenore, Buck an Teddy). The smell of horses and hay still hangs in the air. The ground is littered with decayed hay and dust, with thick grey and brow stones poking out through the gaps. The tack room in the back is still laden with bridles and saddles, and a pair of lonely boots stand by the door.