Sad Passing

Sunday has seen the sad passing of an old friend.

The gas Barbecue that the Gorse Fox has so lovingly nutured and cared for over the past six or seven years, has decided it is time to revert to its component molecules.

Sir Lancinglot & Cousteau-cub had valiantly fought to pump further life into it, and suggested that we "pimp my bbq". However, despite the wonders of modern paint, and GF's skill with metal plastics wood... ok scratch that thought. Basically, there was no way to save it.
Bit by bit it was carefully dismantled (well, torn apart and hacksawed). Piles of rust began to gather where once had stood the barbecue.

Now, there is nothing.

Gone. (Thanks to a trip to the tip recycling centre)