L'arc toujours tendu se gate.

(rough trans. "all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy")
I couldn't think of anything with 'gate' in it, and I've no doubt got this totally wrong; it probably translates as 'the archer always reaches out for cake' or something.
I cycle past this long disused gate fairly often, but in summer it's usually more overgrown. I firstly took a mono shot, hoping it would turn into a nice pen and ink type illustration, but realised it takes a proper artist to do that. I hope you'll like the colour version instead.
Many thanks to Marlieske for hosting Derelict Sunday.