Instruments of torture

D#1 and I took the bus to Killearn this afternoon, then walked down the hill out of the village and joined the West Highland Way to walk in the direction of Drymen.

We passed this collection of rusty old farm implements which I imagine could be mistaken for hideous instruments of torture.

BTW When I owned up to the chewed remote control yesterday, I was told that Max had in fact committed the deed when he was a puppy! I can't believe that I hadn't noticed it before!