Red Barn – the site for the fumblings and sexual awakenings of roughly half the youth of Buckfastleigh in the ‘seventies, has been demolished.

If ever a building was entitled to listed status it is surely that one – an attractive, and often approriately metaphorical smudge of red on the landscape, the building, while having it’s own quiet, rural integrity, also had a cultural rite-of-passage significance for so many of the rustic populace, myself included, that it seems a travesty that yet another unremarkable civic or commercial building should be listed, while this genuinely significant teen-haven should cease to be. I feel like someone has demolished our puberty.