Seriously Mr Bun, did you really think this wooden barricade was enough to keep me out?! To an athlete such as myself this is mere child’s play. Would it be Fosbury flop, Arabian flip or pole vault (using my garden fork as pole of course)? Perhaps I could pogo stick over, or even rustle a horse to leap the obstacle (bound to be one around here somewhere), I might even use the jet pack I had been keeping for just such an occasion. I had so many options, which would I chose? In the end I decided upon scrambling over inelegantly, getting my foot stuck in the process and nearly coming a cropper.
Later I faced my mountain fears by helping to transport this barrier to the wood store. The journey back was much easier.