Gateless

So one of the big iron gates at the entrance to the grounds has been ripped from its hinges and cast asunder by some mythical Lovecraft-esque beast*. And there it has been duly swallowed by the surrounding undergrowth.

I pedalled, I pottered, I went to work for the 1.30pm - 9.30pm shift. It was all fine.

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* Or hit by a lorry delivering a skip spectacularly badly.