Just got back from two hours in the pouring rain fixing two holes in our boundary fence.
One looks like some little darling has unpicked the top of the chainlink and pulled it apart. Resonably easy to fix.
The other they had cut the chainlink, straining wire and all, removed a 3' X 3' bit hidden in a recess between a shed and a compost bin and been in and out for the weekend. Absolute bugger to fix.
Only found out because a fellow plotholder rang to ask if anything had happened since he was there on friday, and when he popped in early this evening all his runner bean canes had gone.
It makes your blood boil, no purpose other than destruction and annoyance.
Aaaahh the sound of escaping steam, thats better.
