Behind Bars

My poor old beach tree (a fig, actually), which used to stand on its own on the beach, is still behind bars, after it became somehow incorporated into the building of a new chiringuito.  Amazingly the beach bar is still not finished, and as I took this a workman was busy knocking a door into a wall that had already been completed.  It seems someone forgot that to go to the toilet you'd actually have to be able to get into the toilet.  Planning!

I will be keeping a watchful eye on my tree (I have become very possessive and protective of it).