My New Gate Arrived Today ....!

Lovely piece of work too!

 And by the way; I'm just chucking this in here to let ye know I'm still alive. Just so fucking scatter brained busy, I have a massive back log of shit ~ and photo's! ~ to some day stitch in here. Fucking Years worth!!!

For the moment though ..... 

Pesticle leapt out of bed and was shouting her head off, today. " Dad! Dad! Someone's out there! " . I figured it was just Pat, come to check on his cows. We share the track and he pops through my paddock to short cut to his lower meadow, half a dozen or so times a year.

Pesticle, of course, can't quite get her head around such new ~ to her ~ and sporadic stuff. She loves Pat, just like she loves everyone else on this planet. I got up. Glanced out. Saw his van, plainly parked out there. Yep. Cow checking. Went back to bed. Thought no more of it.

This evening, I've chained and fed the hairy Dogs. Got the horses grub and wandered down to the pen, where I now feed the donkeys ~ training them to come in there on my call, see?

Lo and fucking behold! My gate's there!Fucking beast of a thing. Custom built to keep even my Rosie off the stored hay. I didn't dare touch it. If I had it over? I'd be found beneath it ~ eventually!

What Pesticle had actually been shouting ~ though my woken up, sleep craving mind had failed to decipher it ~ was:

 "Dad! Dad! Pat's just pulled up, in his van. And now he's physically lugging this fucking great, steel, gate. It must weigh a ton and I bet you couldn't even lift it! And he's carrying it down to the pen! "

And all I can say is; " Pesticle?! Cuddle Cave! Get back in here and snuggle up! "

Pat. That's just Pat for ye. Any normal man would have  waited till he figured I was off my back. Rang me and told me he was fetching this thing. Be ready and We'd hump the fucking thing down to the pen. I'd have struggled to keep my end up. Probably have called a breather halfway there.


They say there's no moles on this island? Well; If ye believe that? Ye know fuck all about moles and ye've never been to Co. Leitrim and met the likes of Pat

I've Been Busy .....

 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