For most of this week, the weather has been glorious. Some cloud appeared toward the end of the week, but the promised thunderstorms didn’t reach us. I think ours ended up at the Hungaroring for Saturday’s F1 qualification session!
Way back in 2007 I made a cover for the loading hole for the cellar (see here). It looked smashing:
More recently, though, it has been looking rather sad. The timbers on the cover have swollen and split, and a couple of the softwood supports have stopped doing their job. Yes, I know. I should have treated it regularly and done some maintenance. Bite me (no, not you, Eos!).
We decided to recast it, as it were, using more permanent materials:
Before you say anything, I have already been told that the centre row should be offset by half a tile, but as this doesn’t need to be totally water-tight, it can stay as it is. It’s better than it was, and it won’t rot as quickly!
To many people, the initials EDF bring images of nuclear power stations, or unwanted electricity bills. Okay, they mean that to us too, but they also mean the suppliers of electricity who are so concerned about the integrity of the distribution system that they make occasional visits to top off any trees whose height is enough to place the overhead lines at risk. We had one such visit a few years ago, when they cut down a couple of the overgrown trees at the side of the road, and one on our western border. This week, their contractors arrived and said that the tree next to our pond is getting too close to the power lines. They wanted to cut the top third off but Clare said that we would cut it down completely. When the contractor asked if we would like them to do it, Clare reluctantly (?) agreed. We were planning to get rid of it soon anyway, so EDF saved us doing it – result!
Before – chainsaw-wielding contractor can be seen at the base of the tree
After – tree gone
After (2), a pile of firewood, a pile of foliage to burn and a job for the chainsaw next week. Not tomorrow, though – tomorrow is up, up and away day.
Remember this, from 2012?
Here it is today, four years later.
And here’s the willow whip that we poked into the ground in 2008, struggling to survive in the wilderness of nettles and brambles!