These small steps are in front of the bungalow we are staying in. The bungalow has a small soap dish in the shape of boat. The soap is the red stuff I remember from childhood that I had to Google to make sure is called carbolic. It seems fairly certain, sadly, that at some point this place will be flattened and replaced with a thing clad in expensive stuff that its builders and owners will not call ‘plastic’ even though it is, and too much glass, and with metal cables running through steel eyes. It will have a gravel drive.
(Mainly to provide a pleasing crunch beneath the wheels of 4x4s that will never see mud…
(inertiapreneur 