It’s been a while since I last posted anything but it is that time of year where the workload just explodes and before you know it, weeks have gone by and you hadn’t even noticed!
Ok, let’s see what I’ve been doing lately – I suppose if I start from today and work back that might help. This morning is one of the few days that my time hasn’t been taken up at the airport – I think I mentioned in a previous blog that I was painting the boards; a long a tedious job that is – but it’s all done now and the sun is shining today so it’s grass cutting day. I really should have cut the grass more than 3 weeks ago or so but my excellent Titan mower from Screwfix that I bought last year was packed away in the back of my dad’s van, I used to store it in the middle bedroom since I have no shed but now that the folks have moved in, there’s no space for it!
Anyway, dad and I dug it out, it was a bit of a job to get started but once that mower gets going, nothing stops it – unless of course the lass using it gets a message from Billy to do a bit of punding! I knew it was coming, we’d spotted a few sheep on the beach with dirty back ends so we had to round them up and worm them. I abandoned the grass but thankfully dad finished it off for me.
Now, you might think that rounding up a dozen particular sheep from the beach at the lighthouse into a pund would be impossible – I’ll admit, I was thinking the same this morning – but the sheep obviously decided they didn’t want too much hassle today.
We set up the hurdles in the road to lead them into the pund and I went in to shoo them out of the open field they were in. They weren’t even paying attention to me when I first went in! I was practically standing next to them before these wild sheep even bothered to look up! Still, I think they’d figured out that we were expecting them to do something so they reluctantly sauntered (and I do mean sauntered) out the field and into the pund.
From then, I set up some hurdles inside the pund, Billy and I shooed them in there, then one by one caught them and squirted some foul smelling wormer down their throats – I’ll be honest if it tastes anything like it smells, I think the took it rather well. I stupidly put my nose straight in the bottle when I got it and regretted it! Why does medicine never smell or taste nice? It’s so unfair that kids get Calpol and literally everything else in the world has to choke down something disgusting to cure any ailment!
So that was a good job done today, the garden is looking great again, the exhaust for my car has arrived. I was visiting me sheep a week ago, I think and my exhaust decided it’d had enough so I got it all home, jacked it up to have a look at what I needed to get to fix the problem and noticed that one of the straps holding my petrol tank to the car has sheared through as well. Bloody atmosphere up here is pretty savage on metal but I have to thank my exhaust for being the one to fail first – it would have been a world of hurt for me if the petrol tank had fallen off!
It’s been pretty inconvenient not having a car for a week and it’ll probably be another week before I get the straps for my petrol tank – my car is ‘getting on in years’ as they say and seemingly it’s not so easy to get those kinds of straps.
Never mind though, the sun is out today anyway, it’s been kinda cold and foggy lately – not as nice as I would like for the end of May but certainly today is more like it and my old bike is performing well. At the beginning of the month, my dad and I took my old Raleigh Montana pushbike that’s a year older than me – it’s 28 this year – and converted it from a derailleur into an internal gear bike like my other one. Honestly, internal gear bikes are just fantastic – everything is completely enclosed and safe from the weather, it’s certainly what you need for a place like this, with a lot of salt air. Anyway, the conversion was reasonably painless as well, given the fact that a lot of things on that bike hadn’t been removed in around 28 years – very little maintenance needed on that bike; they don’t make ’em like they used to! The bike obviously has two different wheels on it but it’s not that obvious, there’s nothing I can do about it anyway but it works out exactly as I wanted it. Obviously I do a lot of cycling around the island and on that bike I was always in top gear (apart from in the winter months when, at times I was only just managing to keep turning the pedals into some of our strong winds) so now the bike is a 3-speed but those 3 gears start at difficult and progress to Chris Hoy level (well not really but you get the idea). My legs are certainly feeling it! We don’t have many hills on the island but the ones that we do, I can’t climb them in anything but first gear! For the moment that’ll be my summer bike and I’ll use the easier bike in the winter!
Right, I better sign off before I waffle anymore!