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            Wiring In The Town Wall Lights

                   
Before I could finish the plastering in front of the town wall, it was time to put my Hubby to work and do some wiring and drilling. 
He does the wiring, fixing up the tracks, and all the electronics side, the decorative side is my gifts.

                             
So for this we had to thread the wire very patiently down behind the fly wire mess. We did try feeding the wire through with a wire feeder, but it just couldn’t be pulled through. We had a very small limited area that we could drill a hole in, and to get thick enough gauged wire and the wires of the lights through at the same time just wouldn’t fit. We also needed the wire to go over on an angle towards the hole, and this required a thicker wire feeder to keep up the strength to feed the wires on an angle. We had to feed it through the hole at the base that the town wall is sitting on and then over on a angle towards the hole in the table base. We couldn't believe it, it actually went through, we did it. I think more by our heavenly Father’s hand than our own. 

Once the wire was through it was back to finishing of the plastering and making the steps in front of the town wall. After all the people needed to some how get up to the town wall and to the Glennanburg wine festival and town look out and memorial.

                                 
And as you can see here the plastering is all done. Hallelujah!



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