Means of Escape

This photograph represents something of a triumph. My rotting fences are in the process of being replaced, and that includes the panels right at the top of the garden which seem to have come down in high winds a few months ago and been moved around by persons unknown. I was very keen to get this section sorted out, as it opens directly onto the woods and it was most uncomfortable feeling that any interloper could have access to the garden with a modicum of determination. And now I have what I have always wanted - a gate! Should the bailiffs ever come beating on the front door I can flee into the woods.