… today in the garden. The first of the year, if I remember correctly.
And it was the best garden fire that I’ve had since that one a few years ago and which was so hot that it set fire to the guttering on the barn and melted three dustbins 30 feet away. This one was not quite of that standard but it was still impressive.
And where did all of the material come from? The answer to this is that this morning I moved everything from off the land between the barn and the house, and then attacked the weeds and brambles with a pair of loppers and a big rake. By about 13:00 I had as much out as I could get, and so attacked what was left with the brushcutter
After lunch, I sorted out the lawnmower and mowed everywhere where I could reach. That wasn’t easy either, as we are having lawnmower issues. It’s proving extraordinarily difficult to start right now as the choke isn’t working corectly. You need to start up the mower and then keep on pumping the wobble pump until the engine is warm enough to run without the choke.
Anyway, it’s all mown as far as I can reach, and I’ll need to carry on a little further when I can clear some more room.
I had a little chat with the old woman who hangs around here helping her son who is a vacancier. She was telling me a story about what had happened to her 20 years ago, and apparently she had had an argument with the farmer who reckoned that her car was in the way when he was moving his cattle the other day. Not that surprised me any, because her car is never parked – it’s just abandoned in the road.
But having had 10 minutes in her company, I can understand why it is that Eskimos put all of their old folk onto ice floes and push it out to sea.
Last night was exciting though. I had 16 sacks of papers to take to Pionsat for the big paper collection. But there wasn’t much about the town. I reckoned that I had more waste paper than the rest of the town combined. IN the end, I had to drive around the town, dropping off a sack here and a sack there so that it didn’t look just like a big pile from me.
