Well, I’m sure you can guess what I’ve been up to this fine autumn day, well that’s if you agree it is actually autumn, I thought it started on September 1st. Apparently it’s the 22nd, which makes sense in the ‘deep sowf’ but the leaves have started falling here already, not many right enough but just enough so that you confuse them with the yellow mushrooms. Sunday I reckon is the day that she arrives in earnest and my wind and hydro turbines will really start to earn their keep.
Monday looks even worse so the kids will be keeping their fingers crossed for ‘no school’ reckon they’ll be out of luck though
Anyway, I slept really badly last night, due in no small part to me wanting to go up to the new house/barn site and start wiring up my lights, sad or what. I’m so determined to get everything just right with this ‘power house’ and good lighting is a huge part of that. I dunno what it is about generator sheds (and my good mate Bill Steele of ‘Generator Services said the same) but they’re always dark, dingy, oily and draughty. OK, they need good airflow to keep cool but there’s no need to have them illuminated by just one 60w bulb that only works if the generator is actually running.
This shed is well bathed in natural light thanks to large double glazing supplied by George Rankine and an opaque roof sheet from Ron Koonstriver. For when the sun goes down I fitted 4’ and 5’ fluorescent tubes today that I’d gotten from the dump years ago and refurbished with new starters, tubes and a lick of paint. Not yet fitted is a 24v emergency strip light that I salvaged from a converted fishing boat, this will run off the generator batteries in the unlikely event of inverter failure.
The joy of dripping
Anyway, after eating enough fat to grease a channel swimmer I headed up there to get on with the job. I know too much fat is bad for you but if you’ve a long hard day ahead of you and you can’t be bothered making lunch, it beets the carp out of muesli. It wasn’t too bad, one of wifey’s eggs fried in a few millimetres of hardened free range pork fat that had exuded from yesterdays sausages. All served on home made bread with a trowel load of butter on it. Took me right back to Spencer street Accrington a lifetime ago, almost fifty years I guess since my mother would ‘head fot mill’ and leave me at grans prior to school. If it were a cold winters day I’d sit in grans cold kitchen with my feet in the oven eating dripping on toast before walking myself to Peel Park junior school.
Gosh, it hasn’t changed much!!! thanks http://www.geograph.org.uk/profile/3216 Alexander for that.
I was torn between mounting them both along the centre beam but in the end I put the four footer over the door.
Feeling quite pleased with myself I turned my attention to making a concrete base for the fuel tank, something that I’ve never done in the past preferring to use large timbers or even pallets. Now I come to think of it I could still rest it on some timbers, would give it a little more head and make it easier to bleed
First job was to make up some shuttering 1400 x 1800 and 4” high??? OK 100mm high.
A bit of ‘sub base’ came next to fill in the low spots so I’d not be mixing concrete all day, it is after all only a flat area to rest less than one ton over 2.5m square.
The hardest thing about this task was going to be ‘barrowing’ the concrete in, and first I had to fill up the trailer and move the aggregate, a little ‘double handling’ that I could have done without.
Had I a longer extension lead I could have moved the electric mixer to the pile instead of moving the pile to the mixer.
Still, I did get to plug it into my shed
I gotta say, I’m really ‘chuffed’
So ‘chuffed’ in fact that I went back up there in the dark