Got a twofer today.
This is the playhouse Charlie built for #4 daughter when she was big enough. It was made mostly out of scrap lumber and scrap siding.,
That bridge had a drawbridge section but, when bunches of kids started playing on it, we could envision concussions and guillotinements, and Charlie removed the rope and nailed the hinged part firmly in place. He did the cutouts on the doors, including the unicorn, and screwed a sheet of plexiglass on the inside.
Here’s a close-up of the unicorn.
Inside this edifice, which is mostly doors and stairs, #4 kept a museum of natural history. Mostly seashells other people brought back from vacations, rocks and fossils, and bones she found on her amateur archaeological excavations. She had a crow skull and the entire skeleton of a turtle. Also: we generally had two or three stray beagles who took up residence with us, and beagles are always good for dragging unspeakable things home.
I say the structure was mostly stairs. Here’s the first flight, just to the right of the door.
The stairs continue.
This was a great place to play, especially in moderate weather. It was awfully cold in cold weather, though, and stifling up top in warm weather. Spiders and wasps love it in any and all weathers, though.
This is part of Norm Frampton’s wonderful Thursday Doors link-up.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: Where did your main character play in childhood? What about your antagonist?