Before the deluge

Abigail is about to batter us, but before it does this thing of beauty and considerable weight was moved from its berth of decades into the garden. Years of faithful service (the bath, not me) count for nothing as the house is ransacked in the name of progress. The finely forged legs (the bath, not me) were revealed after lying hidden for the last 20 years behind some fetching pine panelling. And now? An uncertain future, but most likely commandeered in the short-term for pirate/goal post/hide-and-seek duties