Well kissed

I love kissing gates. No, not some deviant behaviour, but merely a fondness for these quaint passing places on the nation's footpaths. This one is a particularly shagged out type on the bank of the Ouse just outside of Lewes. On the other side is a rallying point for the cows that inhabit the field.

*note to viewers, unfortunately the representation here is a bit weak and pasty compared to the version on my computer... any clues as to how to ensure better reproduction on blip?