Fluffy gate

Every time Bertie and I walk through this gate to avoid the cattle grid at the end of our shared driveway I admire the growth of lichen on it but never thought to photograph it, until today. I thought fellow blipper 60plus10 might like it, knowing her penchant for gates.
There was a funeral in our local church which must have been attended by the majority of people living locally. He was much loved, ninety years old, had only given up driving some months ago and had lived in the village all his life (apart from two years of national service in the 1950s). His extended family took up nearly half the church and many other folk present had to stand outside. It seems like the end if an era.