We are cat-sitting for a week.
On our way up we walk along allotments and garages.
There is something so typically English about them.
Hotch-potch
Higglety-pigglety
Random
Loved
Neglected
Abandoned
Used
Paint peeling
Wood rotting
Pigeons cooing
Chickens scratting
Ducks waddling
Weeds growing
Geese hissing
CD's hanging from twine
Plastic pop bottles on canes
We walk up an uneven cobbled lane
A testament to an era of a bygone age.
A testament to an era of a bygone age.
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