One of the joys of childhood was a trip out to the moors. My brother and I would fight for the task of getting out of the Land Rover to open the gates on the gated moorland roads, necessary for keeping the sheep in their correct fields. And why did we fight over this? Because closing them involved standing on the bars and slowly swinging them closed.
Ever since then I have loved gates. I don’t tend to swing on them anymore, unless they look very sturdy and no-one is watching. Instead I take photos of them, as I am sure you may have noticed from the number of pictures on my blog.
Here’s a small sample of gates that have appeared here in just the last couple or so years.
The buttercup field gate, oh and yes I swung on this one as a child.
A lych gate- I wouldn’t ever have dreamed of swinging on a church gate.
A church garden gate- The Secret Garden was a great favourite and I would have loved to have found a gate to a secret garden.
Gate in the middle of nowhere. Mr E at the lavender farm. Do gates just bring out our frivolous natures I wonder?
Gate to a lamb field in Dalby Forest. Go on you know you would have swung on this one.
I expect I will go on taking photos and swinging on gates when no-one is watching for a while longer.
Now please confess, did you swing on gates? If you say No I shall not believe you.
Love to see your pictures of gates. Please leave a link here at Wild daffodil or in the comments .
Next week’s prompt if you would like to join in is Happy!