Imagine our surprise on returning home to find what can only be described as half a tree in our front garden. Admittedly, the other half was overhanging the boundary line a little, which presumably squared things in our neighbour’s head when he found himself getting a little carried away. I’m not sure at what point he stood back and thought “yeah, good job, that looks fine” or whether he only stopped because his arm was tired (Let’s face it, he may as well have carried on and done the rest of it as well) but I’m sure you’ll agree that the end result is nothing short of superlative.
It might be because I’m old, but I would have expected that before emptying the shed of anything sharp, pointy and saw-ey, it’s kind of polite to mention that you’ll be clearing back any overhanging bits with the owner of the aforementioned over-hangy bits, especially if they could have lent you a nice electric hedge trimmer to actually do the job with (or even saved you the hassle and done it for you). We must have missed that bit though because this was the first we knew of it.
Apparently, they’re going to be putting a fence up. Given it’s our front garden I’m not expecting a 6 foot one (it’s just not very British is it) so I’m still not clear on how (or even why) the branches requiring a ladder were lopped off as well, but I will be watching that boundary line very carefully. Why worry that the panels at the end of their back garden are rotten and falling out (and at some point we’re going to end up with their dog in our garage) as long at the front has a nice new fence.
I’m still a little bit in shock to be honest, hope they don’t need any favours any time soon.
For the armchair sportsman such as myself, it’s always a struggle to try and find something that mixes Drinking, Sunshine and sport (aside from spectating cricket). So, I’ve invented outdoor darts. It’s like real darts but the board blows in the wind, and sometimes the numbers are in unusual places……..
Went for a walk today with the dogs. Rather than retread the familiar path of the sea wall here on Canvey, we decided to travel a little further afield and ended up at Hainault Forest. The kids have never been there before, and it must be 25 yearts at least since I was there, but the memories of many a summer Saturday came flooding back. I even recognised some of the paths I used to hare up and down on my bike in the days when you could go out early on Saturday, and just come home at tea time. No mobile phones, no way of keeping in touch with home. Just a tobacco tin full of stolen dog-ends, a matchbox stuffed with tissue to stop it rattling and my bike. Despite feeling old, and realising with some sadness that the forest isn’t as big as I remember it, next time I go back, I’m going to try and find the tree I carved my name into.
Only had one decent photo as we were having so much fun. This tree intrigued me, as I couldn’t figure out if the fence had sawed it’s way into the tree as the wind blew it about, or whether the tree had grown around the fence.
Looks better larger – If you want to see a bigger version, try HERE