The workshop has been the bane of my life for the last 5 years, now, crowded with all the tools and junk from the workshop it is a true nightmare.Last week I was happily putting green painted log roll on the flower bed when I ran out of wood, ventured into the workshop for some wood and decided that it was time to tackle the mountain of stuff and stop us tripping over the bricks and stones on the floor.
A skip hired, stuff moved out enough to put up some shelves to store the rest of the junk, then to tackle the floor.........its complicated but because of the massive swimming pool in the garden the earth had to go somewhere and the garden ground level was raised by about 2ft altogether, meaning that the door was a t the correct level for the ground, now with the earth shovelled back into the pool hole, the door is a ridiculous 2ft higher than it should be, the floor was never finished by the last owner and great lumps of bricks and stone lie in wait like alligators waiting to snap you and topple you into the depths..
Now, there is no point in digging out the finished quarter of the floor to match the original level because hardcore has to go somewhere, ie out of the door and down to a skip, better to use the remaining blocks and bits to raise the floor level to the new one and make a flat floor of that, no way am I capable of mixing concrete so broken bricks then smaller and smaller pieces topped by crazy paving is the solution.When I questioned Al as to the durability of the design, he stated that it fulfilled its design criteria, and functioned as intended ie its a floor and that the method of construction had served the Roman empire well for millenia so the new Roman floor is nearly finished! The area I have done is probably under 25% of the floor, you really have to see the workshop to appreciate the size and scale of this monstrosity.
The chicks are growing rapidly, starting to grow feathers and learning to flap their wings, twice this week, Vulture has abandoned them to go sit on the eggs in the big coop, Rolf next door was alert enough to realise that it might be one of mine and he handed a chick back over the fence. Twice I have found a chick in the house, it cant jump so one of the cats ust have brought it in . They know they arent allowed to touch them or Vulture will actually rip them apart so they were just sat looking at it wondering what to do, I hope one of them doesnt get carried away and bite one, then the toy will be broken and Vulture will be furious.
Chickens gone- 3 of the hybrids have gone to a new home in an effort to stop next door complaining, the noise level seems to have actually increased, Felipe has been doing the full cock a doodle do in the morning quite a good alarm clock-if you want to be woken at 5am
Tomorrow I am off to Alaska, the list of stuff to do isnt getting any shorter.. Luckily the weather for the next week in Alaska looks like the weather for next week in Devizes so I wont have much of a problem packing, with the exception of the gloves and coat needed for the glacier tour
Alaska is massive, I looked at the mileage on Google maps and had to re plan slightly or I would be spending hours driving.The bit between Anchorage and Kenai Peninsula is the bit I am visiting, if I like Alaska it could take years of 2 week trips in the summer to see it properly.....just what I need another stupid flying habit!
Off to pack
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