In the words of Paul Evans,
'I love flowers in the ruins; Nature reclaims our most audacious works and they disintegrate, becoming colonised by plants and animals. I love the romance of decay. Ruins have tearful edges, a melancholy which persists in places once cherished, alive, lived in, now desolate. Their stones, bricks, slates and concrete hold a recording of all that happened there and plays back to me like a distant gramophone. Ruins have a residual life absorbed by water and earth; they are a becoming. Rot is beautiful.'
From Field Notes from the Edge - Journeys through Britain's Wilderness