The wooden bedstead had been in the family for more generations than anyone knew. Almost as long as the rambling farmhouse which each generation had rebuilt and extended to suit its needs.
The bedstead had been the place where family members had been conceived, come into this world and eventually left it. The old stained oak headboard bearing the marks of usage like proud scars.
But all things change eventually.
The latest generation thought the old bedstead too chunky, dark and unfashionable. So they replaced it with a stylish pine bed from Ikea – and had a bonfire in the garden.