It would not be autumn without the colour rust.
At the end of the garden, shaded by an over hanging tree and camouflaged by ivy is our old corrugated iron garage.
I walk past it every day and barely notice it's spectrum of peeling rust coloured paint.
It is ancient, slightly decrepit and most definitely unique.
But I do love it in all its flakey, distressed rust coloured glory.
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