No sitting here

There is an old bench in the garden that has seen beeter days. It is falling apart and the wood is rotten. I thought it made a good feature as a display for bits and pieces I have acquired. I bought the stained glass windows at a boot fair some years ago. The chicken was a gift from a dearly departed aunt, and I recently collected the oyster shells and stones on the beach between Whitstable and Seasalter.