FW3/22 at Ruckinge.

Another FW3/22 as far as I can tell, and I reckon I need to come back and shoot this one when the weather's a bit shit and the sky isn't so bland. Anyway, I was thinking as I walked to shoot this that it was a kind of memorial, thankfully never used, to the time our parents and grandparents were preparing to make a last stand against quite overwhelming odds. I hope that in spite of recent events to the contrary, we never have to live through the things they did.