Many years ago I screwed 6 flimsy pallets in three columns of two to the garden wall to form a trellis.
Time and weather have taken their toll and during spring one of them gave up the ghost.
I've had a pile of hazel poles stored ready for this eventuality and it's about time some of them fulfilled their purpose.
Here's the gap:
The plan is to train the fig tree into it.
I deliberately decided not to measure anything preferring to use the rack of my eye and the skew of my gob.
Up go three supports:
Then four lateral pieces:
Job done.
All this was achieved during the commercial breaks in the coverage of the last stage of the Tour de France.
Too rarely these days does one find oneself gasping "My! What a magnificent piece of trellis-work!" but today one can, with conviction,
ReplyDeleteand that was meant to end with a full stop, not a comma.
ReplyDeleteYou've probably got a touch of PRF.
ReplyDelete(Proof-Reading Fatigue).
True. But I think you mean "proofreadnig fatigue" as we call it at Hooting Yard. (It is all done and dusted, by the way.)
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