When i was a little girl we lived on our grandparents farm and ever since then, i have wanted a post and rail clothes line.
Its funny the things you remember from your childhood
5 years old and helping mum and nanna hang out the clothes, handing them the pegs and watching as the pole went up and lifted the line.
Dresses, jeans, shirts and sheets flapping merrily in the wind.
All my adult life i have enjoyed doing the washing, seeing a line full of clothes drying in the fresh air and flapping in the breeze brings a sense of accomplishment, pride in a job well done.
So at the age of 45 i can finally look out at the washing flapping in the breeze on my own post and rail clothes line. This makes me very happy.