#285 – Wrought Iron
My neighbour’s gate.
My neighbour’s gate.
‘She loves gin and I love rum, And don’t we have a lot of fun! Ha, ha, ha, you and me, Little brown jug, don’t I love thee!’ – Traditional song
Yet another spotted on my way to visit a client.
On the banks of the Tynewater at night.
‘She looked at a silver birch: it would have a soft, showery voice and would look like a slender girl, with hair blown all about her face and fond of dancing.’ – C.S. Lewis, Prince Caspian
Are you prepared to enter?