Lost twin

I was clearing the old broken panes of glass from the side of the compost heap in the new allotment yesterday.  Whilst cutting back the nettles growing through them, I spyed an intriguing sight in the allotment next door.  It was a chair.  A chair face down in the mud and leaves, with hawthorn saplings growing through its slats. 

The saplings were about four years old, and had pushed and bowed the slats, so the chair was cruelly impaled right through.  It looked very uncomfortable, and was probably in pain.  I wish I had my camera, because it would have made a good, if weird, photo. 

However, I had to act immediately.  It took a lot of energy, but I managed to saw through all the saplings, and release the chair from its bonds. 

I could then see that it was the twin of the chair that my old neighbour had given me, instead of burning it.  This chair is scorched along its frame, and has a part of a foot missing.  What tales it could tell.

 So now it has a new home, and a new purpose in life.  It has taken up company with the delapidated wooden table in the annexed allotment, and provides a restful place to eat apples.