Glovely

Kinsgeat is full of old middens, some within sniffing distance of some of the mega money mansions. I don't think folk realise the history under their gardens and over the fence. All sorts were thrown out by the patients and the hospital  over decades, there is weird and wonderful stuff if you look closely enough, and less wonderful stuff like xrays.  Then up on the railway line, its all about forlorn cyclist gloves these days, this one gesturing its abandoned bitterness to its long gone owner in an ever so unfriendly way,  thanks to Dave giving it a helping hand.