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Gate supply
I am a teensy bit frightened. Make that a lot, actually. A lot frightened.
I got back home not long ago - Alex gave me a lift - and I reached into my bag and pressed the gate control. Nothing happened. So, deep sigh, I took it out, aimed it squarely at the gate and presses firmly. Nothing happened. I shook it, and tried again, giving the gate a kick at the same time, as that always works when it's frozen shut. The little red light flashed - once, twice - and I heard the electric current start to hum... and fizzle out into nothingness.
I stared at it for a moment. Time for Plan B.
Plan B began by me emptying my bag. I took out all the books and fed them one by one through the gate bars, and having done that, I squashed the bag flat and threw it over the gate. Thankfully there wasn't any wind. Then, I went into the nature reserve, keeping to the path, up to where there are three slats set in the fence. I climbed up them, balanced precariously on the fence, and just held my breath and jumped upwards. I landed on the gatepost, from where it was easy enough to drop into one of the trees and make my way, hand-over-hand, down the trunk to ground level. Mission accomplished. I picked up my books from where they were strewn all over the floor and went to let myself in. Obviously, the first thing I did was to try all the other gate controls. None of them work. Not one. Not even the base one. I went to investigate the circuit breaker box, but as far as I can tell, the current is still flowing. It can't be a battery problem, as the base control is connected to the mains supply, and that doesn't work.
The problem, as I see it, is the fact I can't get out through the back, because it's fenced all round; the gate is insurmountable, and it will be very difficult to get out the way I came in. I am a prisoner. The only way I'll ever get out if this continues is by sprouting wings or being picked up by helicopter. So forgive me if I'm a little paranoid.
My mother won't be able to get in. Pedar isn't getting back till late. There are twigs falling out of my hair. I don't like this.
I got back home not long ago - Alex gave me a lift - and I reached into my bag and pressed the gate control. Nothing happened. So, deep sigh, I took it out, aimed it squarely at the gate and presses firmly. Nothing happened. I shook it, and tried again, giving the gate a kick at the same time, as that always works when it's frozen shut. The little red light flashed - once, twice - and I heard the electric current start to hum... and fizzle out into nothingness.
I stared at it for a moment. Time for Plan B.
Plan B began by me emptying my bag. I took out all the books and fed them one by one through the gate bars, and having done that, I squashed the bag flat and threw it over the gate. Thankfully there wasn't any wind. Then, I went into the nature reserve, keeping to the path, up to where there are three slats set in the fence. I climbed up them, balanced precariously on the fence, and just held my breath and jumped upwards. I landed on the gatepost, from where it was easy enough to drop into one of the trees and make my way, hand-over-hand, down the trunk to ground level. Mission accomplished. I picked up my books from where they were strewn all over the floor and went to let myself in. Obviously, the first thing I did was to try all the other gate controls. None of them work. Not one. Not even the base one. I went to investigate the circuit breaker box, but as far as I can tell, the current is still flowing. It can't be a battery problem, as the base control is connected to the mains supply, and that doesn't work.
The problem, as I see it, is the fact I can't get out through the back, because it's fenced all round; the gate is insurmountable, and it will be very difficult to get out the way I came in. I am a prisoner. The only way I'll ever get out if this continues is by sprouting wings or being picked up by helicopter. So forgive me if I'm a little paranoid.
My mother won't be able to get in. Pedar isn't getting back till late. There are twigs falling out of my hair. I don't like this.
Re: *pets you for a bit*
Well, not really. Of course, I knew everyone who read this post must have had a bit of a giggle.
And of course, it would be hilarious if it were happening to someone else.
Airlifted? Helicopter. The National Trust borrow them from the RAF when someone gets lost in the pinewoods. You never know, they might have helped me, too...
Re: *pets you for a bit*