locked up

The old farm gate a couple of fields away from us is always locked up with a padlock and heavy chain, even though the side is always open for anyone to walk through. A lovely frost this morning, the mud all hard to walk on without skidding all over the place.
A trip to Sainsbury’s this morning. I was looking to buy some writing paper and envelopes to write a sympathy letter. None to be found though. They had lots of notebooks and A4 paper covered with elephants, kittens, or dinosaurs but none that was just plain for a serious or sad occasion.