The old wall

It stopped raining so I could mow the lawns and visit my mother without my umbrella. I stopped by the churchyard and decided to blip this wall. It is built by Peter who looks after the churchyard from any old bricks he finds. It is his own dry stone wall and the moss and lichen have colonised it over the years. Any artefacts not worthy of 'the museum', such as old bottles, get stuffed in the wall!