This week's throwback Thursday again takes us back eight years, with a post from 17 May 2009.
Another mixed batch of weather this week – enough warmth and sunshine to permit some outdoor activity, and enough rain to make sure that the grass can continue to grow unhindered. The odd rumble of thunder, including a couple quite close, has had me running around unplugging things like computers and ADSL modems to prevent the risk of damage from lightning or static burst.
This week’s walk around the orchard showed the fruits to be coming on nicely, and here are a few pictures to prove it. Subject to the goodwill of the weather, insects, birds and whatever it was ate all the cherries last year, we are looking set for (amongst others) :
PeachesApricotsGooseberriesPearsand blackcurrantsOf all of which, I feel sure we shall speak at a later date.
Now for the dogs. I am delighted to say that they are all getting on very well together.Ulysse continues to establish his position as alpha male and third in command of the pack (after me and Clare). Flash has never questioned that – he knows he is no longer up to the job. Tinkerbell is small and submissive, and Shitsu, at ten months, has yet to assimilate how pecking orders work, although she does show proper respect to Ulysse and, more particularly, to Flash.Like all young animals, she needs to learn about group living and hierarchies. As this picture shows, her ongoing education has been continued by being sat down in front of a number of episodes of The Dog Whisperer.She and Ulysse are getting into some tremendous pulling games, which they are now initiating themselves without any intervention from us. The trouble is, they mostly happen on the tiled floor, where neither dog can achieve any real purchaseI was awakened on Saturday morning by Flash padding around the bedroom, wanting to go outside. At 5am! I could have killed him – he refused to go outside for a pee before coming to bed, as it was raining (bless), but he wanted to go at 5am.
A word of advice. If you have to have an old dog, make it a small one. When Ulysse becomes old and less mobile, it will be easy enough. Flash is 23Kg (should be 25Kg). He has, for twelve of his fourteen years, always slept in our room and been close to us. He isn’t going to change that. He has trouble with our stairs and usually refuses to climb them in either direction. He has suffered a number of falls on the stairs and his confidence has left him. We therefore need to carry him up to bed, and usually down again. When I am in the study, he often likes to be here with me – that’s two flights of stairs on which he needs to be manhandled.
When I awoke, I noticed a constant sound that I couldn’t identify – I couldn’t even say for sure from which direction it was coming. It was a kind of white noise, if you know what I mean. After I had carried Flash downstairs and kicked his sorry ass out of the door, I went white noise hunting.
Eventually, I narrowed it down to the cellar and, in particular, to the water system in the cellar. I became aware that water was moving through the system when none should have been. I turned off the feed to the outside front, and the noise stopped. Mystery solved.
I later traced the leak, for such it was, to the room under the garage where the swallows breed. A joint in some pipework feeding a tap in there (one we never use) was leaky. There is a valve behind that joint, so I closed that, went back and checked, and everything seemed fine.
Fine, that is, until Clare informed me that the tap next to the old outside toilet wasn’t delivering. The Interesting thing is that the valve I turned off was on a spur that led only to the tap in that room.
A new mystery.