This, I'm guessing, is Liz's yard. A little lean-to for shade, and in the foreground an outdoor sleeping platform. You can she the old, falling down fence that used to surround the compound. Not only didn't it provide any privacy, but it didn't even keep the animals out. One morning Liz was awoken at about 6 am by a cow who was butting that wooden platform with it's head. Liz finally gave the headman an ultimatum--fix my fence, or I'm leaving. He fixed the fence.
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