This was spotted on my trip to Clacton. It was on the door of a beach hut on the front at Clacton, bravely facing everything the North Sea could throw at it! In the subdued light of that damp afternoon I was attracted by the textures in the stained wood and rusting metal. In need of some tender loving care, perhaps. But then, it gave the stronger feeling of being abandoned and lost.
Taken on my Nikon Coolpix P100.