Neither Here Nor There

By Droog

Don't Fence Me In

I went for a walk across the Chevin today, hoping to catch the sun. Fat chance.

As I was coming down the western edge, I suddenly noticed this rather splendid woven fencing. I thought such things were no longer done in the age of chain link and plastic roll. I'm glad I'm wrong about that.

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