We got a cheap bench from IKEA last year. The design suggested that it had been fairly hastily improvised from a bedstead; the perfect small seat for a socially distanced visit.
For us, it was replacing last year's cheap bench (a Wilko special) which had cracked under the weight of being used as a cat trampoline. It had a comfortable woven seat with enough bounce to make it a fun jump for our kitties up into the jungle gym of trees that backs the garden.
In full midwinter the light never hits the bench. The garden sinks into full shadow. But just occasionally, now, when there is a fine morning, I get to sit in the sun with my morning tea, considering the chaos that it is; a garden belonging to someone who has been convalescent for six months and locked down (on and off) since last March. Fair to say there's quite a bit that needs doing.
But just for now, I'll have my morning tea in the January sunshine, while the Red Kites warm their wings and the sparrows scuffle in the trees.
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