Probably not the sort of fence the developers had in mind when they decided to turn a run down farm into an exclusive millionaires' seaside second-home development.
The property market crashed.
Commoners like me bought up the now discounted land. One or two of the houses here meet the original criteria (people who spent more on their driveways than I have available to spend on the house, shed, and landscaping).
My neighbours live in sheds and garages, working to save enough to get started on a house.
Serves the developers right - it was originally advertised with golf-course, marina, and a restaurant clubhouse type facility. None of that exists and isn't likely to in my lifetime (thank goodness). What millionaire wants to wreck their sports car on 27 km of potholed gravel road for a view of mudflats when the tide goes out?
I suppose they could invest in helicopters, and buy 2 sections - one for the house and one for the private helipad.
Honestly - we aren't exclusive enough for that and if there was ever any doubt then my fence should dispel it.
Anyway my fence awaits the germination of the sweet peas sown below it. Old fashioned flowers I know but my grandmother loved them, so Narna, this is for you.
They were my mum’s ‘flower’. She grew them every year in every place we ever lived that I can remember - unfortunately her first born (that’d be me) has had no success at all/anywhere I’ve lived.
ReplyDeleteLove that fence….there’s a farm up at Healesville that has used actual bike frames with wheels attached. Not a new idea but smile producing just the same
A beautiful fence even before any flowers
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