A old well brings out the child in me
When I see an old well I get the childish impulse of running over to it, leaning over and shouting really loud just to hear the echo. But then there is a battle with the other part of my brain which tells me to stay away because I might fall in. Okay so I give each a turn :)
This well probably was constructed around 1710 when the house was built. I did take a peek, it seem rather deep, however since I was with clients I resisted the impulse of shouting down the well.