A horse-ring*, attached to the wall inside Niche. Every time I see it I think about history. Not the Great Man sort of history but the everyday kind, where supper had to be made, people had to find a place to pee, horses had to be tied. The older I get, the more I find the details of everyday life in history fascinating.
* At least, I think it’s a horse-ring. If it isn’t, well, I’m sure someone on the internet will tell me.