After the major works of replacing the barrel drains down the west easement, it was time to section off the front from the back. I loved picket fences, and found the nicest design was the one with the little point at the top.
Since my husband was a plumber, he could turn his hand to all sorts of projects around the house and garden, and at that stage he was extremely enthusiastic, so the task was achieved with a minimum of fuss.
The only down side of choosing this picket, was that both neighbours on either side of us later chose exactly the same pickets for their fences. How about a bit of originality folks? I had to keep reminding myself that “imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.”