A resting gate, no longer working, but fascinating just the same. Part of a matching pair, the spoked wheel is an integral part of the gate. It was the first time I came across gates like that.
I wonder what stories it could tell of…
- The old man who rested on it while checking and counting the sheep.
- The young girls swinging while singing rhyming songs.
- The lads testing their climbing and jumping skills.
- The old woman rubbing her hand upon the spokes remembering that first kiss. The kiss that lasted fifty years, but now was no more.