This week's throwback Thursday again takes us back eight years, with a post from 16 March 2008.
You may remember my mentioning, a couple of weeks ago, that the tolerances on the greenhouse were impossibly small. This is because the edge profile of the ‘windows’ has to fit exactly into the edge profile of the frame members, into which they are then clipped with a strip of plastic. A couple of these, although placed, were not as secure as I should have liked them to have been. It turned out that the wind agreed with my assessment of the situation. Gusts exceeding 75Kph managed to find, and take advantage of small imperfections in the seals and, very effectively, remove a roof panel and a side panel. As the weather was atrocious we removed those panels for safekeeping and verified that the structure was well anchored and as solid as one could expect from such an edifice.
The absence of those panels turned the remaining panels into what I can only describe using words like jib, mainsail or even spinnaker! Hiding inside the house and looking to see how the greenhouse was coping with some very strange, strong, blustery, gusty winds, we were horrified to see the greenhouse take on the aspect of an out-of-control TARDIS, float gracefully for about forty metres and effect a landing that makes an American Black Vulture’s first attempt look dignified. Anyone living in the south of England who has never seen an American Black Vulture landing is recommended to visit The Hawk Conservancy, near Andover to appreciate what I am saying. Here is the resulting mess.
None of the plastic panels is at all damaged – only the frame is thoroughly trashed. I reckon I can make a half-decent cold frame and incorporate some into the solar fruit drier I am working towards making. I can also possibly fabricate a lean-to half greenhouse on a SW facing wall, where the rabbit hutches used to be.
Now, what can I do with a load of twisted, buckled aluminium – I know; I could stick it together, give it a fancy name, ship it to England and win a major art prize with it!
It is said that it is an ill wind that blows nobody any good. Will some good come of this? Who knows – one can but hope.
In the words of Lizette Woodworth Reese – After the sun the rain, After the rain the sun; This is the way of life, Till the work be done.
Yes, the middle of the week was glorious. We enjoyed full sun and temperatures of almost 20°C. So good was it that we managed to get some planting done. My patch now has a load of potatoes planted, and we have Broad Beans, Sweetcorn and Pumpkins in seed trays developing. The large area that Clare’s Dad and I worked between us whilst he was here will be divided into four; each quarter will grow Broad Beans, Sweetcorn and Pumpkins and will be planted such that we should have a continuous harvest for three or four months. Clare and her Mum also planted a load of stuff in her patch at the top of the garden. I’m not sure what is in there, but have no doubt Clare will speak of it in her blog as soon as time permits.
The week tried to end nicely. Saturday morning was nice enough to give the grass its first cut. It looks better now. The trees are also beginning to come into leaf, so maybe Spring is on the way. One sign of Spring is the birds’ activity. The sparrows are having numerous disputes, I am sure that I saw a group of migrating storks this morning moving in a northerly direction over the house, we have seen the actual single swallow that doth not a summer make and, most interestingly of all, it looks like a pair of wrens has taken over an old swallows’ nest that was not used last year, in the garden tool store.