Well as the pictures show we seem to have had a small problem. One of our neighbours woke us at just after 6am to tell us we had a fire. I said, yes inside the house we do. She said no, your fence is on fire.
At 6am I posses the dazzling reflexes made famous by the startled gazelle's of Africa. So, after finally comprehending that "our fence was on fire" I made my way out to the scene with hose in hand.
It would appear that when I cleaned out our slow combustion fire yesterday that there were some solid metal bolts in with the ash and that they slowly worked their magic on our compost heap. The result is as you see.
Roxy was quiet interested in whether another escape route had been created for her.
"And the envelope please......the award for embarrassed fool of the neighbourhood goes to......ME!"
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