My route took me close to Great Ouseburn, where my grandparents lived and my mum grew up; I spent the first year of my life living there. In the village is a bench that my brother and I had installed in memory of our grandfather; it was this I wanted to see.
In the five years since I last visited it, its condition has gradually deteriorated. It's in need of revarnishing, and there's some minor damage to the slats. Last time this happened, I asked the local concil to psruce it up and said I'd pay. They did (and made a good job of it, too), so I duly paid.
I've made the same offer this morning. I expect it'll be more expensive, because of inflation, but it's a useful bench for the locals as it's in a convenient location opposite a bus stop. I don't have to pay for it, as I believe it's formally the council's responsibility, but councils are always strapped for cash so I thought I'd offer to help them out. Arthur Toase wasn't their grandfather.
I don't know what will happen to it when I myself cop my clogs, but I won't care as I'll be dead.