Dear Liza

There's a hole in my bucket dear Liza, dear Liza, to be honest Liza, it's more hole than bucket. Hanging on a simple hinge bolted through a gnarled old post, nothing else remaining of the gateway, nor any visible fence line for that matter, this old bucket here has certainly seen better days, and when those day's were one can only guess. I've mentioned before how the landscape of the Chase is a layer cake of human activity going back over five thousand years. Of those older phases only earthen evidence remains visible, barrows, banks and boundaries, whereas sometimes these more tangible relics remain of recent activity.