Peeling

My offering for Derelict Sunday. Although like most of the dilapidated barn doors around here, it's no doubt in regular use, a tractor hidden behind it.

Today I hung the washing out in bright sunshine; an hour later a rumble of thunder prompted me to bring it in. In the nick of time, as minutes later there was a brief but very dramatic downpour. And half an hour later it was dry enough to go on a bliphunt.