I have a new-ish found love of all fencing and gates. What money we don’t fritter away on hurdles we seem to spend on fencing and gates.
Our old willow fencing round the front garden that Harold and Kathy helped us put up back when Daisy Dog was just a tiny 9-week old puppy in 2010 finally got battered beyond repair by the gales last winter.
It was time for a new fence. James decided not to buy panels but to make his own fencing. He is getting quite good at the whole fencing business now. He and Jim put in posts back in the spring and then campsite life got in the way as it often does in the summer.
With a new puppy coming we needed a nice secure area for it and us to bop around in so James moved the front garden fencing up the ‘to do’ list. He built a frame linking the posts and then nailed every piece of featherboard (?) on one bit at a time – he did have a rather fabulous nail gun to do this with – he didn’t use a hammer – but it was still a big job.
I think it looks great.
We have three gates, because ….. well one is for the mower
one is so the suction tube from the poo truck can get in to empty the cess pits (no mains drainage here, but it does explain the lovely lush grass in the front garden)
and one is … well one is because we have learnt that you can never ever have too many gates or too many water points.
I then planted 160 daffodil bulbs on the bank under the trees so it should look good next spring.
We fenced in a bigger area than before so there is lots of space for the dogs and us (but no chickens or turkeys …….). I am sure one day we will get round to planting flowers and doing something with the space – I think it would be rather good to grow food here, but perhaps it would be nicer to make it into a little haven of peace and quiet instead.
N.B. I have every faith that this fence will withstand the zombie apocalypse!
N.B. we found this old carved stone all covered over with lichen so we cleaned it up and had the engraving picked out with paint.