Detritus

Some time ago we found an empty fire extinguisher floating in the pond and one of our garden chairs smashed beside it. The extinguisher came from Castlecraig and, though there's no proof, it seems clear that it was destroyed during some extra-curricular high jinks by Castlecraig clients. And thus the very reverend Dr McCann agreed to pay for its replacement.

Meanwhile, the bin men have been studiously ignoring the demolished chair sitting at the bottom of the track. Looks like we'll have to deal with it further ourselves, either by dismembering it so that it fits into a wheelie bin or by transporting it to the dump by Subaru.