My Dad (not)

I have just been out the back clearing much of my vast,(according to Ben), firewood supply from the side back fence in order to stall off its demise with some repairs. The boys next door are very sporty and their various types of balls come over so often I've told Them just to climb over the fence and get them, the results of this of course is that the fences threatening demise is being somewhat hastened.



While this is a Claytons Blog about my Dad, I can't help mentioning him again as he was a great fencing man. Being a pioneer mallee farmer he had to build and maintain literally miles of fences


Many times I heard him say "Good fences make good neighbours"
I am not sure that when I say "truth is a slippery thing" I am right or not. Perhaps I should be saying "Truth is a immovable rock".
What a dilemma
It may be true to say, when speaking about the millions of western world suburbia that good fences make ghostly neighbours, unknown neighbours, aloof neighbours.
I have just walked a few yards down to our corner and taken a photo in each direction










And you may note that I haven't even mentioned the "Gated Communities" that are springing up every where








Here is a nice little fence in the Cottswolds UK