It looks like a bench in our back “yard” (more like 8 square feet, but it’s very nice). But it’s not. It’s a wood storage thing.
Or at least, it was at one point.
Now it’s a nest of rather horrible things, which live in between the bordering-on-liquid remains of what was once firewood. And cunningly I set myself the task of ushering it all into rubble sacks to take out the front ready to dispose of at some point soon.
I talk about how the spiders in this country are pathetic (relative to what we’ve got to endure on a daily basis in Australia). And it’s generally the case. But there’s things inside that bench that would give JRR Tolkien the willies.
I hope Liz doesn’t read this.