13yo & I managed to get lost on the way to the tennis court and found ourselves in a bit of the village that neither of us had trod before. We came across cows, and this fine shed.
I was skeptical about my knee holding up as it's in a particularly broken down state at the moment but so long as I didn't lunge or twist I got by. In our low key, informal version of tennis that was fine.
Later, I admired a dozen or so Red Admirals feasting on ivy in the graveyard.