My much loved swing seat has moved to a better location. It used to hang above the path to the washing line, but now it’s hanging from the walnut tree, beside the hollyhocks.
We bought this seat more than twenty years ago, from a stall at the Arts Centre Market, and it’s lasted very well. Ziggy doesn’t want to sit in it though – he’s not a swinging cat.
“Our cat prefers the solid ground
he doesn’t want to swing around.”