Derelict Sunday - story

This well weathered rusty sign in my little secret shade garden, sits on top of an old bench given to me by my Grandfather.  He handmade the bench probably well over 45 years ago, and although it’s not something that we can trust to sit on anymore, it rests in one of my favourite places in our backyard.  Another fond memory of a well respected man who’s life was a story of overcoming hardship.  A man since passed, but one I greatly admired.  A man that gave me my first name.