As I returned home from work I found this on our drive, a very long way from where it should be.
It is the "gate" that keeps The Pocket Rocket in his lair.
Fearing the worst I left it where it was thinking someone had been foolish enough to disturb the little monster while we were away. I wasn't at all concerned that he might be missing, he knows hes landed on his hooves and enjoys lording it over his minions too much to run away but I was half expecting to find dismembered bodies of hapless hikers who are lulled into a false sense of security by his doe eyed sweetness and light demeanor until you are within biting distance when he transforms into a whirlwind of teeth and hooves.
As I got closer to the stables I remembered he had been turned out (put in a field) so he was not responsible for the wandering gate. What was?
Had I inadvertently thwarted a gate theft? No one in their right mind would consider my wood working skills worthy of stealing.
I puzzled for a while.
The answer?
Ryeland sheep trying to get third breakfasts. One particularly fat one must have tangled up in it and framed itself, panicked and bolted until it finally fell off as it ran down the lane. The wreckage of the garden furniture showed a clear path as the beast tried in vain to lose the gate along the way. As I collected it from the lane and began the long walk back wool adorned the bolts and edges.
Well done Holmes, another smallholder mystery solved!
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