Till Death Us Do Part

Caravan, final day of this short stay.

At the top of the hill where the woodland opens out onto farmland there is a yard, where there is an awful lot of messy rusty metal. It was a place where sheep were brought, to be sheared, separated, dipped and penned prior to being set free. Or going somewhere else.

I have blipped from here before.

Sadly, the old lad who owned the land, has died. Intestate.

I have no idea what will happen to it now. A squabble may ensue and no doubt the government will come out the winners...gggrrrrr..

It is my selection for this week's Derecliction Challenge. Thanks Markieske for continuing to host!

More in extras, but these will be taken down after a few days, I am running out fast!

#DS470