Can it be Gate IV already?
Or how to kill your blog in just five days.
I thought I’d double-check with myself that I am not taking liberties with the admittedly fragile concept, but no – so far every photo has fulfilled the criteria for gate, the definition of which I have ‘helpfully’ posted beneath to save confusion, plus that of door.
Gate (noun) A hinged barrier used to close an opening in a wall, fence, or hedge
Door (also a noun) A hinged, sliding, or revolving barrier at the entrance to a building, room, or vehicle, or in the framework of a cupboard
I am beginning to think I might have quite lost it. If I were to take up a recumbent position on the psychoanalyst’s couch they would have a field day with me. That is such an awful pun that really do think I have lost it. Perhaps it lies on the other side of these gates.
Today’s post is not really a gate, but it’s not a door either. Still it’s got a Portugese cat in it, so you can’t complain. There were kittens hiding in the shadows. I saw one white and silver tabby one that was momentarily brave enough to poke its nose round the broken shaft of wood before disappearing once more.