Years of use...

... but now neglected. Goodness knows how old this little planked door is, entrance to a tumbledown outhouse. I love the way you can see how the swing of the hook has left its imprint in the old woodwormy wood. And what a great colour it was once - almost Hepburn Blue I'd say! A second entry for DS8, and why not.

It actually stopped raining today and the wind has gone down to breeze rather than gale. I swept up a good few leaves and then attempted to get tons of parrot weed out of the pond where it's had a growth spurge, or even surge, and is threatening to engulf everything. You have to throw it miles away or else it crawls back to the water. Really. I was assisted by Chirp and an inscrutable looking cat.
The Christmas tree is now up  and smelling wonderful. It doesn't look bad either.