A proper peach of a day here today that’s for sure, but how the days have shortened since I was away at Troon. Not just the days but many of the trees are now bereft of leaves, our sycamore completely naked and just the hawthorn retaining a hint of green. Having said that the grass is still growing and I passed a few oxeye daisies on the drive north. The two week absence from the north end has also seen the stags fall silent for another year, no more roaring through the night until next September.
Whilst it was lovely today, we were once more let down by XC Weather yesterday, the normally reliable forecasts have been ‘way off’ of late. At least that’s what the ‘post lady’ kept telling me whilst I was away, many was the day that I told her it would be nice and she got soaked. To be honest a small part of me thought she was just trying to make me feel bad but yesterday ‘proved the point’. The sunshine promised was all too brief and the occasional shower was more like frequent.
The morning being especially miserable, though foolish me, convinced it was just a ‘wee shower’ was ill prepared and ended up soaked. The plan had been to do a little more trenching for the water pipe to try and get it buried before winter sets in. However the trench was flooded, the ground waterlogged and the bitter south easterly wind howling down this small valley. Seemed like a good enough reason to head down to the hen shed and do some road works there and fill in some of the ‘pig craters’.
A layer of Terram 1000http://www.terram.com/products/geotextiles/standard-filterseparators-general-construction-highways.html going down first to stop the small stones disappearing into the soil, or should I say mud.
Preventing intermixing of granular materials and soils
Terram geotextiles provide an effective solution to the problem of constructing a stable granular layer over soft foundation soils. When stone is placed directly on a soft subgrade, the imposed load often causes intermixing of two layers. This results in contamination of the stone layer and a resulting loss in bearing strength, surface rutting and deformation at the sub-base/subgrade interface.
In the past I’ve used coal sacks which are every bit as good and even feed bags, the feed bags actually work quite well apart from the pigs smelling them and then digging up the road!!!
It was a truly miserable task but my family rose to the challenge and never complained once
However, enough was enough and we knocked it on the head at lunch time as there was precious little sign of the sun or any lengthening of the time between showers.
Instead I turned my attention to the ‘thirty years of carp’ and believe me, that’s half of it away!!
I’ll miss this old barn, boy did we have a good ‘sesh’ or two in there
Ah, those were the days We had some big name DJ’s play at the ‘The end of the road’ and one or two well know peeps on the solid rock dance floor.
A couple of hours is enough however and with no let up in the weather I headed up to the new barn with a chest of drawers full of tools and stuff I’d saved from the bin man. Now when you consider some of the stuff I did save and bare in mind I’ve probably thrown half of it away you will despair.
Saved from the bin
EFL 90 oil filters x 3, fits Ford Cortina 1972 onwards! Left hand points for Motocraft distributor, 18mm spark plugs for Ford OHC engine, fuel filters for Datsun Sunny, Wing mirrors for 1972 Volvo, Clutch and timing belt for 1980 Peugeot 1.9D, Clock for 1984 Ford Sierra Ghia, all brand new and still in box.
I threw out the new shocker for the MkIII Cortina and Lord knows how many fan belts and gaskets for everything from a Morris Oxford to Vauxhall Viva. One thing for sure, you can bet I’m going to regret some of it, still I am keeping one of the old sheds for myself.
What was my old ‘power station’ the former stable at Arnish, is now the repository for stuff that’s not made it up to the new place yet.
Late on in the afternoon the weather did improve but by then I was working inside the new barn fitting 110v sockets to the walls and bench.
Old ‘Bumblefoot’ clucking away happily and busy covering everything in hen 5h1t
In truth there was nothing actually stopping me from blogging last night but the romantic in me wanted to sit in front of a roaring fire with a glass of red wine and watch http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Best_Exotic_Marigold_Hotel with the ‘post lady’.
Great stuff, what can I say, had me in tears and stiches
As is quite the norm at the ‘heretical’ north end, it was far from ‘a day of rest’ and being just beautiful we made the most of it.
After the usual feeding we set about moving a few tons of this ‘sub base’ up to the newly positioned Terram around the hen shed.
The purpose being to make a good solid track up to the hen shed with a turning area for the quad and plenty of good dry ‘hard standing’. It’s far easier with a machine right enough but to be honest anything but the smallest of dumpers would make a right mess up here now.
Less mess certainly but far easier on the back and by 16:00 I’d had enough, so once more turned my attention to the removal of carp/treasure from my shed.
The posters from many of the gigs I’d visited bring back happy memories before they went in the bin along with CD’s, disco lights and a gallon of smoke machine fluid. OK, the fluid didn’t actually go ‘in the bin’ but it went in the ‘disposal pile’ along with the 20 year old flares
The Stranglers performance at the 2005 Isle of Skye music festival 28 years after I’d first heard them being exceptional.
OK, that’s the Roundhouse two years later but they were awesome.
Then there was the incredible performance by Mylo and his band in the old church near Isle Ornsay. It was the album launch party in February 2004, wifey and I had tickets but it was a Saturday night and there was no Sunday ferry. So we took the 10’ Pioner over on a trailer with a 4hp Yamaha on the back
Funk D’ Void who I’ve seen twice in Dornie, twice at T in the park and at Rockness produced this track. I’ve no idea who did the video but the trip down Glencoe, under the Ballachulish bridge and the battle with the residents of Luss is priceless