I have always been attracted to this delicate style. I have come by and drooled over it many times.
This small stretch of rot iron graces a lovely old white church in our town.
Most of the new wrought iron I've seen is a heavy duty, very sturdy type. I'm sure it is meant to hold up to a person climbing over it, or to keep intruders out. The antique wrought iron is delicate and meant mostly for its beauty, but I'd think that the spikes would do the job of slowing down
the person climbing over. I'm sure many britches had to be mended by mothers of naughty boys back in the old days. This is one of my loves and joys. It's a desire I have, but not a need. If I never get one this side of Heaven, I know in my heart one is waiting for me at my mansion that Jesus promised me.
Have a lovely day. Hugs from me, Kathi "In My Father's house are many mansions; if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also will be there with me."