Well it’s almost 21:00 and I’m still awake, so that’s a result,
I’m as red as a lobster right enough so will probably be sore as hell in the morning, but that’s what a day on the roof does for you.
Mind you, I’ll not be half as sore as poor Jamie Lea will be in the morning, guaranteed she’ll farrow tonight, for this morning she was gushing milk when I checked her. Scuse me, I’m just going outside to have a wee look how she’s doing, it’s 21:00 now and I’ve not checked on her for a couple of hours. Not that she needs it right enough, old Jamie is well used to this carry on, must have had at least twelve litters by now, and at a very conservative estimate that’s at least 120 wains!!!!!!
Well, not much activity on the pig front, Ellie is charging around collecting bedding to make a nest outside, having refused to go into her new home I think her and her wains are going to join me on the sunburnt front.
Ellie dropped her mouthful of rushes as soon as she saw me, no doubt thinking I had some food. Jamie Lea with her ‘undercarriage’ almost touching the ground just stood there ‘thinking about it’. Me thinks it could be a long night, how I wish I was hitching up the old caravan to go to Rockness and not torn between the roof and a farrowing sow
Anyways, there’s not really much to report, wifey has been busy on the post, the house full of ‘in-laws’ have been weeding and painting and me I’ve been painting the roof of our cosy wee cottage. Not only that but I’ve repaired something that’s been bugging me for nine years, since the abysmal summer of 2004 in fact.
I remember it was horrendous because wifey and I were at the Creamfields festival near Liverpool and my good mate Ron had the roof off our house during the worst summer in living memory.
The festival was awesome despite the pishing rain, wind and cold of a typical bank holiday August, Mylo was playing the main stage early on and about half a dozen people saw him due to the horrendous security checks. We didn’t care cos he recognised us as ‘locals’ and came down off the main stage to chat after his set. Then after mumbling something about his sisters birthday and a flight north disappeared
Anyway, ‘we were there’ not only at Creamfields but his album launch on Skye at the Duisdale village hall.
Anyway, I digress, whilst wifey and I were ‘giving it large’ to the likes of Skye man Mylo, the Chemical Brothers and Tim Deluxe, Ron had our roof off in the rain some 400 miles away. In his haste to close it back up a section of damaged corrugated iron sheet was refitted, not that it affected the watertight integrity or anything but it’s been bugging me for nine years
Well today I sorted this much maligned roofing material out by fitting another piece in to replace the damaged sections.
The piece I used probably dating from the 1930’s at least, possibly even from before the first world war war, for that is the beauty of ‘crinkly tin’ it lasts far longer than people think, keeps out the weather, is very easy to repair and if fitted right, quieter and more waterproof than slate. Not that I appreciated any of this until living here, but the roof on the house opposite was only replaced recently and that was second hand in 1911, the sheets having come off the old pheasant rearing sheds at Brochel. I’ve no idea how old the roof is on my byre but there is a pencil signature on the underside dating from the 1934!!!!
I can’t see many concrete tiles lasting eighty years
That was it really, two more tiny wee eggs from the ‘Black Rocks’, lots of weeds pulled, trees pruned and tin painted, almost 22:30 now and I’m still awake, amazing, better go and have a glass of rum to help me sleep