08 August 2008

Chicken run has a speed limit!

My next door neighbors are working on their garden in back. We live on a steep hill with the chicken run [trail] that runs behind the property, down to the High Street. This is a pretty big project, and I guess the row of houses that I live in embarked on this same project about 15 years ago, tackling the hill with terraces and removing the overgrowth and putting in gardens. In light of other projects, my neighbors' garden went by way of the weeds and this is the summer that they will tackle the garden again.

Last month, they cut out the overgrowth and their view of the valley is returned. Now Lawrence, a structural engineer by trade, is getting ready to put in terraces. My back terrace has survived the 15 years of English weather, but now that Kathy & Lawrence have tackled their overgrowth and the row of evergreens that was blocking the sunlight from my garden area, I am feeling motivated to pull some weeds and cut out some overgrowth. Of course, this will require Mother Nature to cut back on the rain we have been getting.

Anyway, in England [don't know if this is true in Wales or Scotland], there are no plot lines for the property. If you think about buying a home in the US, the seller is required to provide an official measurement of the property so you know exactly where it begins and ends. In the UK, the front yard is defined by the street. The side by either the extension of the building you are in [for example I am one of three houses in a building], or where the next building begins [as my neighbors to the North]. The back, apparently just "ends at the trail", which is considered a highway because it has been there longer than the neighborhood!!! That's right, the Chicken Run is a highway, and by law, the speed limit is 60 mph.

I'll have to remind Allie of that as she is the ONLY one that tries to take the run at any speed! G'night!
New Words or Phrases -

The nights are drawing in - days are getting shorter now that we're past the summer solstice

On the hoof - to do something without thinking or planning

What you're on about - what you're ranting or carrying on about. I think this is a Southwest thing

Hobson's choice - a free choice in which only one option is offered, and one may refuse to take that option. The choice is therefore between taking the option or not taking it. The phrase is said to originate from Thomas Hobson (1544–1630), a livery stable owner in Cambridge, who, in order to rotate the use of his horses, offered customers the choice of either taking the horse in the stall nearest the door or taking none at all.

Grasping the nettle - to take action immediately in order to deal with an unpleasant situation. I think I put in an earlier post that Nettle is a weed that grows virtually everywhere and it stings when brushed against or grabbed, and the sting lasts a very long time! It's a gardner's nightmare.