A work in progress

We call this 'Mr Paterson's Bench". Bill Paterson was our elderly neighbour 40 years ago when our children were very small. He used to sit on this bench and chat to our children over the gate. Twenty  years later we moved back to the same village, bought his house and inherited his bench. The houses were semi-detached, I only walked up the wrong path to our old house once, I felt very silly.Fifteen years ago os so I started stripping off the old paint. The reason I abandoned the project is lost in the mists of time. Since then it's moved with us to four different houses. It's giving me great satisfaction to tackle it again now.