Opening the gates some more.
Funnily enough, our front gates used to be electric. Easy as pushing a button whilst lounging in the car but sadly due to an unforced error-Bob mistook the electric wire for part of the weeds he was brush cutting when we first moved in- it is now a manual gate. Oh well, added fitness can't be wrong! By the way, when he cut through the cable it wasn't plugged into the grid!
The two wings of the gates at times take on a life of their own or rather they acclimatize to the adjacent flower bed and depending on how many flowers ( at times admittedly weeds ) there are, the less of an opening arc it has. Side mirrors of cars are often a mere smidgen away from being scratched or bent. Somehow through the years the two of us have learnt how to get through the open gates without touching them. Once or twice I have stood beside one part of the gate in order to hold it back.
Well, Bob's boss has bought a couple of new company vans and Bob is getting a new one to drive. Oh, he was so excited this morning as he was handing over his old company chariot for this new one. Six gears, he happily told me late last night. Gosh, I mumbled, that sounds like a racing car...
This new van is slightly bigger than his old one and thus our gates might pose a problem. A problem I am going to try and sort out in a moment. My plan is to dig a few inches of soil off each side and hope that each wing of the gate decides to behave and move over. If not, I see a future of hearing a hoot and rushing out to do gate-keeping duty. Ah, the gentler side of life is rather nice...
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