Tuesday, 4 August 2009
Time marches on.
Looking back I guess I must have had quite a strange childhood given that one of my earliest memories of admiring objects is of me liking estate fencing.My new house has outside the front door some that has started to be quietly consumed by a beech tree,something I plan to leave well alone as I repair other bits and buy more for the rest of the drive.Just how long does this process of slow ingestion take? and how sturdy are these fences? I am quite sure that many modern fences would have long buckled and rusted away.....Here's to estate fencing,one of the minor beauties of the English countryside along with the long gone milk churn on wooden benches by the roadside...the feature of a future post.