Now if you take look out of my window - assuming the rain will stop for a moment and the glass clear a little, you may see a fence. In itself not a really surprising thing round here - home of sheeps and coows but this one has been renewed. Renewed by the redoubtable BoyShaun and his pal Man-Wednesday - or whatever he is called these days.
Apparently, M-W didn't want his sheeps catching the passing bus into town so thought he might stop the little fellas and fella-eses getting out. The gate works too now! I know, I know not your usual thing here at all. The rules are; fence posts must sway in the wind on the rusty wire and gates must open only - eventually. Eh!
garden progress - From here with his birthday present, to here, in a month.... and thinning the onions in the previous bed, after today's pootle round the lanes.
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