It's been a busy, tiring week, not least because on Wednesday and Thursday I was having my overgrown, rickety old fence torn down and replaced.
On one side of the garden the fence belongs to my neighbour to the north. A couple of years ago she had the kind of fence built that most people seem to go for - panels like this that don't last very long.
I wanted something different on the south side of the garden, where I am responsible for the fence. My first quote for the job was for £3,400. That was a bit depressing, especially as the guy really didn't listen to exactly what I wanted.The estimate I accepted was for £900 to build exactly what I wanted. Quite a difference.
The top end of the garden won't be finished till the end of next week. The compost bin is in my neighbour's garden; the corrugated iron panel marks the edge of what was a particularly derelict part of the old fence. An additional difficulty for Robert, the workman, is that over the years the levels of the two gardens have changed, and mine is lower than next door's.
The bare bones of the fence to come:
And the finished article for the main part of the garden:
There are heaps
and heaps of rubble to be disposed of, and no way out of the garden except though the house!
Mitzi shows off one part of the finished patio fence
and Beano the other.
Next weekend the hen coop will no longer be occupied, as Poppy and Pansy are going to a new home in the country, where they can wander about safely all day. And I can sleep late for the first time in 18 months!
I'll miss them. But it's best for all of us.
Meanwhile, the neighbour to the north is very jealous of my fence. She knows it will outlast hers by years. I guess Robert will get the job for the rebuild...
