In the middle, the metal gate into the meadow by our house. It’s for tractors, cattle and horses; to the left is the wooden V-shaped passage for people and dogs. It’s too narrow for cattle to escape through, that’s why it was built, but it’s a bit of a squeeze and I’d prefer a proper stile with steps. So anyway, the farmer who rents the meadow for the summer took the gate away when the cows went home last week and now we can simply walk straight in. But Topsy, who is as absent-minded as I am, ignored the new opening and continues to use the narrow V-shaped wooden thing to get through.