The End . . .

. . . of the front fence.
When the phone goes at quarter past seven in the morning that generally means one thing – “Daaaad, can you look after . . .” well you know who.
Well as the plans for the day were kiboshed  I thought it would be a good opportunity to finish creocoting the front fence.
Only the fences at the back left to do now . . .

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