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An ill wind

February 3, 2013 Leave a comment

Yesterday morning I spent a happy half hour or so in my dressing gown anchoring down a flapping corner of the pool tarpaulin.

It now has, weighing it down, a supremely heavy concrete kerb (hidden under the folds in the photo), 2 pieces of heavy concrete coping, some plant tubs full of rubble, an old paint tub filled with stones and water, and a log.

Several of these items, including the log, are extra to what there was before so it had better not DARE to come loose again.

The new hopefully windproof arrangement

The new hopefully windproof arrangement

Today I was walking near the house with the dogs when suddenly the tarpaulin which had been covering the blue pig flew up in the air and nearly took off.

Rather than battle with it in the teeth of the gale, I pinned it on the ground with a wooden pallet.

I noticed that the pipe which is taking the spring water to the blue pig (and thence to the pond) was all disjointed and water was flying out of the joints on the wind.

A stop-gap arrangement

A stop-gap arrangement

However, given that the pipe into the pond is still running full bore plus there’s water coming out of the top of the blue pig itself, the pipes are obviously managing to pass along a good part of their load.

Bearing in mind the adage ‘If it ain’t broke don’t fix it,’ I’ve let them be for now!

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Simplicity is best

November 9, 2012 Leave a comment

The ‘sleeper bench’

Chokri, our Tunisian gardener (now gone to Tunisia), built this bench which I found lying around in kit form.

It consists of two logs upended and part-buried in the ground, with a length of old railway sleeper laid over the top.

It’s simplicity itself, and heavy enough to require no fixing.

Our neighbour Angelo helped Chokri lift the sleeper into place. He suggested cutting one of the logs so that it had a flat top, and taking off the end of the sleeper where it’s burnt (the builders put it on their bonfire and I made them pull it off), and nailing it here and screwing it there … all entirely unnecessary!

If you sit one way round you can see the house and anything going on in the courtyard, and if you sit the other way round you can see the far side of the valley and the wavy blue line of the Apennines.

It catches all the sunshine of the entire day, so it’s an ideal spot for winter perching!

Clearing the wood

October 11, 2012 Leave a comment

The dogs were on edge today because there was a lorry crawling along a section of the drive, picking up the logs and smaller pieces of usable timber from the wood that has recently been coppiced.

They had a Hiab with a mechanical grab, and there were 3 of them: one to gather and bunch the wood, one to operate the Hiab, and one to drive the lorry or whatever else needed doing.

The mechanical grab about to descend for the next bundle of wood

I was pleased to see it happening. If they’d left it much longer, the burst of regrowth would have been damaged when they lifted the timber out.

Monster log

September 15, 2012 Leave a comment

I’m calling it a monster log not so much because of its size, although it’s pretty big, but because of Kepler’s reaction to it.

This morning I heard him barking and barking at something so I went to investigate, and there was a sizeable log lying across our drive.

I guess it must have dislodged itself in the woodland above, perhaps some way up, and crashed down through the undergrowth before reaching its resting place.

No wonder Kepler was startled; he probably thought it was alive. He calmed down when I went up to it and rolled it, with some difficulty, under the strawberry tree so it wouldn’t be in the way of the car.

The log, now tucked under the strawberry tree

Just as I finished, presumably entirely by coincidence, 3 hunters came along the drive, 2 of them dressed in camouflage gear and in a car, and the third on foot. The one on foot told me they plan to hunt hares across our land tomorrow afternoon and could I therefore keep our dogs in.

I pointed Kepler out to him, asking him to please recognise him and be aware of him because it’s not always possible to get him to come in. I’m not sure he paid much attention, but he did say something interesting, which is that our neighbour (the one with the maremmano, Joules’ girlfriend) refuses to co-operate with the request to confine his dogs, saying he has nowhere to put them. Strange. Probably some form of rural politics.