Abandoned!

For a week or so this kitchen chair has been sitting on a rough embankment on the outskirts of the village, surrounded on all sides by horrible thorny plants.

It looks as if it was neatly placed, not just thrown there, so I'm wondering who was brave enough to fight the thorns to put it there, and why! An escape from the hurly burly of Christmas? Unless they were wearing armour of some sort, they would have been scratched and bleeding.

Or was the chair perhaps just thrown out because it was no longer wanted? Surely it would be easier to let the bin-men take it away.

"There's nowt so queer as folk!" as my mother used to say.