History disappearing

I can see remains of the old original workers cottage over my back fence won't last much longer.

Big is best

Friday's over the back fence.

There is is quiet and stoic dignity to what remains. The neat piles are destined to be sold for recycling. Hopefully bits at least will end up in other houses.

After my nearly 45 km of weekend tramping I felt surprisingly perky today. Must do it more often ;-)

I accidentally left my boots and yesterday's socks in my mates car. JL dropped them off this evening. My socks were washed, gaiters cleaned, boots cleaned and proofed. What a wonderful mate.

It's late, I'm up to date. Bed.