"Where have all the barrows gone?.....

....long time passing, where have all the barrows gone, long time ago........."

Yes, this April has bought a new and stricter set of rules to The Parish.

Our landlord is a a very reasonable and nice man.

However, problems with local nimbys have forced him to tighten-up existing mooring regs. and introduce a few more.

Only one barrow per boat, and to be kept inside a shed.....

Eeek!!!

I had four barrows.

(This may seem excessive to you, but would you, out of choice, put your grocery shopping in the same barrow as the one that ferrys the toilet cassette to the midden? Or the one that carries the firewood? Or the one that ferries the diesel cans?......)

Whatever.

I have culled the collection out of necessity, and now have the requisite solo barrow.

And it's in a shed.....

This may seem unremarkable, given that I have two sheds. (The bare minimum for a man of substance, I feel...)

However, both sheds were absolutely crammed solid, floor to ceiling with the sort of useful stuff that husbands instantly recognise as worthy to the point of being indispensable and wives see as a heap of utterly useless old tat.

An edit is being effected......

Actually, it's more of a Swingeing Thatcherite Cut, for which I am sure future generations will hold my name accursed.....

The bikes are all going.

The tool shed is likewise to be emptied.

All to make way for next winter's firewood, about 6 tonnes.

That leaves me with circa 14 tonnes to get rid of.....

Bah!

Piece of cake...............