Spiders body covered in baby spiders
Just a few of the blooms we are enjoying during this fine weather.
The squirrels are getting bolder. I was about 5 feet from this one. Normally they would bolt if I was that close. But, this one is just wary. Waiting for me to make my next move.
And here we have it, the results of about twenty hours work.
This is the first time, that either my friend or I have done this type of fencing
We are both really quite pleased with the results.
However, I hope I never have to bang in another nail for a long, long, time. Each featherboard has three nails and there are over a hundred of them.
I now have aches and pains in my back, arms, elbows, knees, hands and fingers.
It was definitely worth the effort and, I think, by doing it ourselves we have saved around fifty percent of the commercial charges.
A few days ago I outlined the plans I had for my garden. Well today we got underway with the first step.
The old fence, has been standing for some 30 plus years. Not bad, I suppose, but with little or no maintenance it was well past its use by date.
Good job it wasn’t windy, otherwise the fence would have taken itself down.
You probably can’t see in the pix but this end of the fence was the most rotten. The centre of one of the Arris Rails was pretty well eaten through.
Earlier in the day I had voiced a wish that we would get two posts up. Well we achieved that goal.
Getting the first post installed was a bit of a nightmare. We had decided not to dig out the original posts concrete base. Rather we would offset the new posts into fresh soil.
However, we soon found that the original fence installers had been a bit random with their concrete placement. And of course we found it. So it took quite a while to break up.
But, by the end of the day we had two posts concreted in place.
Plan for tomorrow is to get post number three installed and to get the Gravel Boards and Arris Rails up.
Well actually it’s more like “Noises Off” as that is what alerted me to the nocturnal shenanigans going on on my garden this evening.
It is amazing just how much noise these little critters make whilst courting.
It’s likely these are the squatters, residing under my shed.
Well not exactly, nor did I run into Lord Lucan or any other missing individuals.
Of course not. After all, I’ve just spent the last few hours delving into the upper reaches of my garden, in sunny Hampshire.
To my knowledge, neither Livingston or Lucan have ever ventured into my garden. Livingstone spent many years in Africa and Lucan could be anywhere having supposedly been seen everywhere.
After hacking back the brambles and Jasmine vines, and numerous other invasive plants I can state categorically that neither of the aforementioned gentlemen are to be found.
Unfortunately, this end of the garden has been neglected somewhat. Not helped by our seven month sojourn in Australia. The picture above was taken after I had made a valiant foray, boldly forging a path through the brambles and Jasmine with my electric hedge trimmer.
What’s triggered this sudden exertion ?
Well, the fence, that you can just catch glimpses of, is in a very dilapidated state. In fact I believe the plant life, that I have been cutting back, is all that is keeping it up.
The plan, much like a game of dominoes, is in several parts.
Step one, is to replace the fence. This I am going to do with the help of my daughters boyfriend. Actually, he is the expert, I will just be his bitch. So approximately twelve metres of featherboards mounted on arris rails.
Step two, is to replace this sorry broken shed. The plan is to replace it with a new one, approximately twice the size. This shed has performed admirably until late last year, when some guys I had hired to do some hedge work, chose to fall through the roof. Removing the shed will be a bit of a voyage of discovery as there are signs of subterranean habitation. That is to say there looks to be a tunnel going under the shed. You can just see the entrance to the right of the door. Potential inhabitants range from hedgehogs thru foxes to rats. Hopefully not the latter although, I believe, we would have seen more signs if there were any living that close to the house.
Step three, replace the cheap n cheerful greenhouse with a more robust version. Over the last couple of years this structure has suffered damage due to strong winds. So it’s time to get rid.
The latest storm blew off the door, breaking the plastic glazing. Blew off the skylight (now placed back on the roof). And, I have since discovered, the wind also dislodged some glazing at the back. So, no longer weatherproof. The greenhouse was used last year, to grow a bumper crop of tomatoes. Not this year though.
And finally, step four, build a new deck area to provide a base for a swing chair. Our current swing chair has suffered under the same rough weather that has damaged the greenhouse, bending and snapping the canopy frame.
So in preparation for Step One I have been clearing out the jungle. This has been more like an archaeological dig, rediscovering long lost areas. Who knew that the space behind the shed was the hiding place for our first ever patio table and chairs. Originally white, but now turned green by nature.
What is that, a snake ? Nope just a long section of garden hose, bright yellow.
Then there are the bones. I’m guessing, judging by the size of the skull, that they are the remains of a pigeon. Question is, who did it ? Did the luckless bird fall prey to one of several neighbourhood cats, or perhaps one the kites or kestrels often seen soaring overhead.
And what was that I spied, hiding under the coniferous canopy ? A baby dinosaur ? No, just a toy abandoned by one of our grandchildren. One brave enough to venture into our mini jungle.
The bulk of my discoveries, from behind the shed, have now found their way to the municipal tip. I didn’t have room for the old wheelbarrow or the old fridge, so another trip has to be planned. Perhaps some of the junk in the garage will find it’s way into that next load too.
As I post this, I have received notification that the fencing materials will be delivered on the 15th April. So I’d better start limbering up and get ready for some hard physical labour.
Mothering Sunday and my wife was inundated with flowers. Four separate, mixed, bouquets and 100 Daffodils.
Who doesn’t like the flamboyant, exuberance of a Daffy ?