Hollywood
At the back of the cottage, an outbuilding lies adjacent to a pond, where a solitary duck glides on the surface.
A pretty blind covers an open window, and a comfortable wooden bench, overlooking the water, nestles at the top of the garden.
A middle-aged man wearing a checkered woollen shirt and overalls rests his body on the bench, puffing on a roll-up, his eyes closed as he basks in the watery autumn sunshine.
Beside him sits an old collie dog, her head nestling against his muddied boots. Her tail thumps as she eyes the duck.
On a breezy washing line, strung between two poles, sheets blow like sails on a choppy sea and a variety of undergarments flap like colourful flags.
Lace-edged knickers tangle with dancing stockinged legs, while a generous, strap-stretching bra catches the wind, hinting at an owner who never shrinks from a hearty helping of pudding.