Through the turnstile

This morning F and I went exploring some of the lesser known alleyways in Oswestry. We went through this kissing gate that was like going through a turnstile. Neither of us had seen one like it before, it was on an official footpath and obviously an old one.

This was quite near F’s house yet we’d never been there before.

This afternoon I worked in my garden then F arrived and sorted out my washing line. We saw a swallow flying over, our first one of the year.