We're highly intrigued by what lies behind this gate but haven't plucked up the courage to ask the owner, who obviously lives in the vast wild garden that lies beyond the gate.
Preliminary peeping reconnaisances have seen smoke from the woodburner and last winter we saw a khaki green Saab 95 estate car gently rusting away as well as a bathtub. Perhaps the car is the root of the curiosity because back in the time known as BC, as in 'Before Children' we owned the same model of car. The essential difference is ours was a subtle shade of bright orange.
Ah, the early seventies (wistful sigh), perhaps if we get through the gate it is the early seventies in there, a bit like 'The lion, the witch and the wardrobe'. If the blog stops you'll know we've got through the gate and are having fun, 1970's style. Where are my flares? What do you mean they won't fit, my legs haven't grown.