Now there were a few areas that were starting to rot and when I went through it with with the leg of one of the garden chairs and nearly took out the fence with it, I had to bite the bullet and get it replaced.
Now I did think about slabbing it over but after ripping up the deck boards and cutting them up in to firewood for winter the frame, apart from the odd place was still pretty sound, so as I hate DIY and also a cheapskate, I decided to change all the deck boards myself.
It's a decent sized deck 6x3.5m and only around 500 quid to replace with the replacement joists too. Oh and >600 odd bleeding screws, this will be fun !! But the weather was fair no time like the present it won't get done looking at it now will it.
Wardy as well, he's almost semi retired now spending more time in Spain at his villa than actually working (yes I am jealous) so with the Wife thinking once it was ripped it she was going to be looking at a mess in the garden for a good while, I decided to make her eat her own thoughts.
I'm not used to this kind of work but a hearty breakfast can make all the difference. I need better power tools as well because the electric screw driver I have lasts up to about 3 deck boards before it needs charging again.
Still I got on with it and 3 days of on and off work it was complete thankfully and even the Wife was impressed with some rare praise. The problem is the rest of the garden looks tired now so I've started on that as well now, no rest for the wicked.
Now talking of batteries after getting a new hedge trimmer recently I headed on down to the syndicate stretch to do some back maintenance and also see if there was ant signs of the carnage that some stretches of the Warwickshire Avon had seen over the last week where loads of fish have unfortunately succumbed to their demise due to what ? maybe we will never know.
But how stupid of me because I'd only gone and left the battery at home 😁🙈 to that would have to wait for another day. So in the end I decided to head to another stretch to try and pick up a chub, and also a last gasp barbel.
I couldn't believe how much the river had risen in 48 hours when I fished last and it was clear maybe fishing for the chub off the top wasn't the best idea. They were just not interested at all. There was a few other anglers on the stretch and my favourite swim taken so I headed upstream where I concentrated my efforts.
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