There isn't a stairgate on the market that, at one time or another, we haven't owned . . . .
Standard-fit, extra narrow, super-wide, we've had the lot. Spring-loaded, pressure-fit, screwed to the wall, they've been employed on the stairs (top and bottom), to divide kitchens and to bar access to certain rooms. The record, I reckon, for simultaneous stairgate deployment stands at a rather impressive five. But no longer.
In recent times, The B&G being bigger (a little) and more robust (a lot), we've had just the one (this situated at the top of the stairs, its role being as much to prevent earlier-than-ideal morning access to toys as it is to guard against the threat of unfortunate accidents).
In recent days, however, this last bastion of baby-proofing has been removed . . . .
It wasn't planned, more that it had to relinquish its position to enable the men delivering our new bath to get said tub upstairs. Having taken it down, I can't be bothered to put it back up.
Dr Z isn't convinced, but I think the time is right to go gate-free. It remains to be seen if this decision is a touch on the premature side, but two nights in, no-one has taken a tumble and our morning curfew (no downstairs access allowed before 7.00am) is still intact . . . .