What the . . . ?
This was the sight that greeted Monkey and me on our morning constitutional - in the foreground is Monkey wondering whether he's awake or asleep and in the middle of a nightmare.
Here we have a close-up of the obstacle course containing so many of the items that make our walks such a delight when we happen upon them. Practically the only thing missing is the workmen in high-vis jackets. The question is: How did we negotiate this maelstrom of miscellaneous mayhem?
By the way - we didn't turn around. We don't do turning around (unless it's safer of course, says Monkey).
The answer . . . to the left of the picture is a small gap between the fence and the street name sign. All we had to do was walk across someone's front lawn and we were clear.
Admittedly it's not 'with a single bound we were free', but I think we did alright.