Out on the tiles

Finally found a corner of the overgrown postage stamp that I call a garden, that had been missing for most of a year. 3 big boxes of lathes had been blocking the whole wall with a bicycle & other outdoorsy kipple. Dry slivers of wood, 100+ years old - from the top bedroom's lathe & plaster ceiling tarped over & waiting to be kindled. Btw - oldschool usage - not waiting to be translated into E-Ink - more awaiting being translighted into HE-tink - via the sturdy woodstove inside.
A trim of the roses & honeysuckle, a new (to me) reel for the hose mounted and a bench made from tiles - good day.
Was going to sink these excess roof tiles into the ground around: to replace the tired wooden edging - but practically - too long & potentially still useful. Reckoned Tombli might want them for a mini roof over something - so to save - rather than waste them in the ground. Anyway - now they double up - with half a mini pallet, as a wee bench... to survey the extended Vista the clearing up has uncovered. Win.