Fencing and Gating! It's fucking amazing how much work, time and Money can be sucked in by the slightest bit of fence too! Fucking paint alone averages out at €30.00 for half a gallon. And, of course, ye need undercoat and top coat. Right there, better part of fifty quid gone then.
Fence posts? Tenner a time. 4" planed timber, for making the 4' palings and the runners? Just fucking Throw cash at those! Buy that shit by the truck load! Screws. Hinges. Catches. Bolts. Concrete. Cement? It's just fucking mental!
And then, there's all the time and labour involved in it. Seemingly endless days and nights of painting these four foot lengths of wood. Fucking Army of them! Row upon row of the bastards!
And what did I get for all that? About a ten foot stretch of gated fence. That's what. FFS.
Alright. Okay. I'm fairly chuffed with it. It does look the bollocks. It'll make our ringing activities here so much sweeter. (We can now run the net right through the hedge. Not just have to sort of black out the top of one side).
Most of all though; It's now my gate. In my hedge. And it functions like just what it sounds. Up until now I've been getting by with a ten foot field gate. One stolen from Pat (Not by me!) and stuck in there. Long since narrowed down to a few feet by the encroaching hedgerow.
First, the steel field gate had to go.
Then, I had to clear the brush, yet secure the gap so my Dogs couldn't disappear through it
Oh, the joy of living with a bodged barricade as the only thing between my Dogs and the end of the world as I know it! That really added a certain frisson to letting them out, day and night!
Work was slow .....
Now? I fully intend to let the hedge grow back and envelope the palings. I need only the neat little, three foot, 'garden' type gate. Palings are just there to keep my Dogs from dashing off into greater Leitrim, through the massive space left after Pat and I chain sawed the fuck out of the hedge, to retrieve his €100.00 field gate.
I'm satisfied with the result though
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