As is, untouched: this swing set in a neighbours back garden is virtually unrecognisable.
At one time, in the not too distant past, children must have been oh-so-excited as daddy assembled the swing set for them. Complete with its orange slide they must have spent many happy hours and halcyon days mucking around on it; chasing each other around and around as they battled for king of the slide. as they discovered who could swing the highest.
Where are they now? And why has nature been allowed to take control?