Restoring the Iron Latch

Confinement indoors had run its course, so I pushed past the lower door sill into the crisp morning air. Along the garden path, a heavy cast-iron gate latch hung loose from its pivot pin, resting crookedly against the weathered stone pier. An unseated barrier leaves the entire front open to chaos. I planted my boots firmly on the damp flagstones, braced both gauntlets under the cold iron bar, and hoisted it upward. The metal groaned with grit, then seated dead-center into the notched strike plate with a resounding metallic thud. The perimeter is sealed and secure.#Chyna(WWE) #She-ra #buddies @americansamurai