A visit to North Farm would be educational for anyone with an idyllic view of working in the countryside. The decaying former farm complex is home to a loose assemblage of unrelated rural businesses - car mechanics, livery stables, a portaloo hire, game meat sales, a graphic designer, various others.
My visit coincided with a leaden sky that seemed only to emphasise the atmosphere of blight and neglect. Every building and feature had been designed for function and ugliness in equal importance. Thankfully, time had long ago begun its work - gradually popping rivets, loosening screws, rusting surfaces, pulling the whole complex back into the soil but slowly, so that no-one would notice.
But here, in and around the loose collection of buildings, people were working and seemingly enjoying it - mechanics renovating old classics, an artist producing landscapes of the South Downs, workers eating their sandwiches outside on concrete, in bent plastic chairs. And as I began to photograph I could see a kind of fascinating, stark and severe beauty in it all.