A study in rust ...

This is all that remains of our old neighbour's wood shed - a few sheets of rusted corrugated iron sheets.

Pete was a character - he lived in the cottage opposite us from the age of three until he died in his late 70s, and all his life he cut wood.

Having coppiced in the nearby forest, he would return to the end of our lane, and cut the trunks into smaller logs to sell as firewood. For many years the lane would resonate to the sound of his saw, munching its way hungrily through huge piles. Silence would return at the end of the day when you'd see him wandering down to the pub for a pint or two ...