This violent scene confronts me every time I cycle Broughton Vale. My eye is drawn to it, like a magnet. Is it a hidden liking I have for aggression or does it possess aesthetic elements that command my attention?

Of course the fig will win, in the end. It commenced its quest, as a tiny spaghetti-type shoot.

Could teach me a thing or two about patience and stickability!

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