A gate to nowhere

Another reasonably familiar Fenland sight. When we are out and about we often see a gate standing in the middle of nowhere. The farmer doesn’t need to use it and it falls into disuse while the agriculture works and continues around it. So why not move it and use it elsewhere? There’s probably a thesis waiting to be written on the theories, logic and reasons on why this approach happens. A full size five-bar gate can’t be cheap but they get left out there and with no maintenance the timber and joints gradually breaking down in the rain, frost, sun and wind until like all of us they’re finally laid out horizontally. I don’t think these pieces of agricultural history will be found by some archeologist in hundreds of years time, well maybe the hinges and catches could be carefully uncovered at some point somewhere in the distant future, but unlikely. That’s another print in the latest Fenland series finished and it’s on to the next one now, whatever that will be.

5 Comments

  1. Ha! I love lone gates. When I worked on a farm the entire estate naturally had a population of 5-bar gates of varying vintages and each one required its own distinct approach: lift, turn slightly to the left, then drop down; “watch that one! it’ll get you right in the shins”; push in, then lift, and heave over to the side.
    These are beautiful prints 🙂

    Like

  2. Thank you Jen, good to hear from you too. I’m trying to build towards a special series of prints but I’m still fumbling around looking for the final approach! It’ll come. Take care with those gates, John

    Like

    1. Good morning Linda, good to hear from you and I’m pleased you like the new series of prints. Our then youngest grandson always said if went through one of these gates you went to another magic land. Because of that they always make me think of ‘The lion, the witch and the wardrobe’ books by CS Lewis! Believing doesn’t hurt anyone does it and it actually improves your life! Best wishes to you and yours, John

      Liked by 1 person

Leave a reply to Gareth Craddock Cancel reply

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.