This is from way at the beginning of summer
My mother had an old broken piano that came with her house. We couldn't get rid of it, so we explored it instead.
The initial plan was to dismantle it completely, but we hit a point where we couldn't get much further without brute force, didn't have enough muscle, and had to call in the cavalry.
All that's left now are a couple strings and a bar I took for souvenirs, the rest is in a scrap yard somewhere.
