This is my family's summer cottage. It is in the far northern reaches of this country on a tiny lake.
No one lives close by to it so it's mostly shut up and mouldering to pieces in a swamp until we come around every few years to go swimming at the lake.
My dad and my grandpa built this cottage out of an old garage one nail at a time when my dad was a teenager and then it was filled with all the furniture that my grandparents' didn't have a use for in the 60's and 70's.
It hasn't changed much since then, right down to the 1776 themed tablecloth, the bicycle in the storage room with two flat dryrotted tires, and the refrigerator that my grandparents bought when they were married in 1949.
And yes, it still runs.