The Fibre of Our Being..
Walking through this countryside – you can come upon some unusual sights..
The fibres wrapped around this gate look like some kind of fairy art installation. Definitely not Tracey Emin then. More like a witches sweater unravelling.
Everyone’s an artist round ‘ere love! Does it get my goat? Nah (baah).
Means I get more visitors. One of ’em’ll paint me one day I expect. Handsome chap like me.
Lovely evening for rubbing your head on a gate and staring at the sunset.