Any old iron...

I like old salvage places like this. I think it reminds me of days sent with my dad perusing scrapyards in the days when they'd have 6-7 cars piled high on top of each other, and I could clamber about and explore, seeking out cars of the same make that we had.

Off out for a replacement 30s door for our bathroom, job done (though not at this particular place).

Watching the Olympics just now. Jess and Greg have just done us proud after more rowing and cycling gold earlier. Mo Farah next...