Decay

The gate into the walled garden has deteriorated even further over the past week with all the strong winds we've had, and there are one or two more slats of wood lying on the ground now. I should add that this little patch of ground does not belong to P, for whom I am house-sitting, so the decaying gate is not her responsibility.

This is a close-up of one of the few remaining slats.

I wonder how old it is...