A hard life

I've decided this old hawthorn must have had a very hard life.  I can't imagine what has made it into such a tortured soul.  Like battered granite.

Outside the Rugby Club bar today I saw someone's false teeth sucked into the mud.  You have to wonder, don't you?  Symptoms of another hard life?  Perhaps they were knocked out by the earthquake..

Oh, phew, nearly the weekend.  Carpe diem.  What fun!   xx