The singing gate

This is our singing gate. The metal tube has holes which turn it into a large upright flute when the wind blows. It was singing away as I walked up this afternoon.

We had to leave the van at the farm having slid off the road on the way home. It took an hour to dig it out and fit chains to get back onto the road. Fortunately by then Oliver from the farm had been by with a digger to remove the snow drift - which he'd had an argument with too.