More Work To Do .....

  Remember the fencing I had to do, Here ?

Got that all finished up nicely. Look:

  See how the crafty wire forms an inward carpet? Vegetation'll grow up and through that. Soon just form an invisible and impenetrable Dog Barrier.

  And here's the long side of that stand of bushes:

  See? Bush is already thrusting through the stock fencing and hiding it. I'll hedge trim to within a few inches of the fence, in future. Be a wall of green, hiding the fence buried within.

  Fucking great, it is! I can now just let the Dogs out, in the morning, and pretty much leave them to their own devices.  They've somehow decided, of their own volition, that 'up the back' is off limits. Maybe because I no longer go there? 

  Either way, yeah, they now stay in the compound and it's lovely to let them just wander about or bake themselves in the sporadic sunshine.

  I need to get the back fence put up now. Just because. Posts are long since sunk. All the runners and pales are painted. Just need Pat to help me for half an hour more. Cutting a notch out of a tree and simply holding one end of the runners, as I screw them on. Rest I can sort out alone.

  Right now though, the thing on my mind is the stable roof! FFS! It's corrugated asbestos and caving in! It won't stand up to this coming Winter.

    So, fuck the overdraft. I'm going for broke. (Christ, I'll be broke!) But, my horses will have a luxury roof over them that'll still be looking fantastic, long after I'm gone.

  Suffice it just to say that, as I type; If it rains? The fucking rain comes in and drips directly into the very place where there hay feed goes. So, they get wet as they munch on wet hay.

  It also runs down on the only spot available to store their half a dozen bales at a time that I buy them. But, that's nothing though. Ignore it, and the whole fucking lot will simply collapse, this Winter. No two ways about it. 

  Here's what it looks like, today then:

   And, believe me, that shit's shot to shit. It's a fucking abortion up there. Half the rafters beneath it are rotten as pears too. Never mind though. I'm on the case. 'Nuff said. Massive money is now pledged to this situation. Twenty by Thirty roof? Fuck, yeah!

   Watch this space!