Ball and Chain

Sat under this thing for the best part of two days, trying to imagine joining the rust spots in various configurations to make animal shapes. Like lying in the garden on a nice day, looking for animals in the clouds. This, when I wasn't looking at the sea view, and when I should have been paying better attention.

It appears to be an old metal mooring ball and it was hung from the rafters on a length of chain which, although rusty too, managed to keep it from crashing to the table while we were there.