A really old door. I remember when it wasn’t broken (which makes me old in turn, I guess). And I remember the story that my father had to climb down from window to the floor inside to rescue my grandma’s cat. Because the door was thick and strong and already rusted then and nobody had a key.

This is the whole tower where this is door can be found:

And yes, that is the back garden of my parents’ house.

The tower has been restored last year. I don’t like the smooth surface now but it was possibly the only way to keep it safe. Anyway, the gorgeous view of the other side remains the same:

The Ragtag Daily Prompt: Doorway of Past