This is a steel gate I had at the end of my driveway.   It had been there since I came 16 years ago and I have never used it--but it is a good fence--I could use it---it is too good to throw away--it marks where my place starts --maybe it protects me?--if I used it.     I visited a friend who has horses, she makes her own fenceposts and is of course  always in need of gates,   so she came and took it and I got a couple of bottles of wine and some condiments.   Just like the HC Andersen story about
 " What Father does is always right"