Dirty, boring and wobbly. Ridiculous from all angles - this was our fence. It had to change. Our resident designer (Mum) cleared the drawing board (found a space on the handiest scrap of paper), the resident carpenter ordered the materials and generally figured out how to translate the drawing into reality - while the remaining innocent residents waited to be transformed into resident laborers.
Voila! The laborers appear and the picket fence begins to disappear.
It was a jolly hot day.
Visitors. What a shame.
The First Panel.
The boards (old recycled fence palings) were cut square, lined up along the centre diagonal board, nailed on and then trimmed with a circular saw.
Notice the washing line in the distance? It was not going to stay there much longer.
Standing at the top of the kitchen stairs, in the doorway. The panel is three quarters done.
Success. The first panel is installed and the highland mist is rolling in.
Note the long, narrow trench: our plumbing according to laundry, kitchen and bathroom plans...
Looks awesome!
I know how exciting putting up a fence is...
Thanks, Reluctant Dragon! The fence made such a difference once it was completely up. Not only looked different, but also gave the yard a different feel.