Just re-emerged from the cellar, had a bit of an epic tidy-up, after months-worth of doing events, coming home, dumping all in a pile on the cellar floor, to re-pack from the ever increasing mound for the next event.
This afternoon was time for a full-frontal attack, here is the result.
Left to its own devices, gear just seems to accrete and cluster – forming a sort of PPE coral reef. Which would make arborists reef dwellers, I suppose.
Arbor Nemo anyone? Never really pictured myself as an Anemone. Or a clown fish.