I love horror movies. My first true love. Often, this blog seems to me to be an excuse to scout for locations for the horror films playing in my head. This strange little shed, in massively overgrown wasteland just outside of Norwich, is one example of the horror movie aesthetic that can make me just swoon. Finding Jason Voorhees, the hockey-masked killer of the 'Friday the 13th' series, crashed out asleep on this bed, certainly wouldn't be visually inappropriate.
