4th March 2026
This was a work on the shed day. It was a glorious day, I changed into my grot work clothes and spent fifteen minutes putting on my work boots.
The area of the shed I was tackling, was the side with the door. That had to be removed first, I also had to remove the cladding that I had already fitted on a previous trip, because I had a different idea for that.
In the distance I could hear the buzzing of the chainsaws, in fact I hear that every time I am here, maybe they do it to annoy me.
As I was busy reframing the new door frame, when Mike, the guy that lives behind me, and re-roofed my cottage, wheeled his bicycle down the path. He had a tree sticking out of his saddle bag. “Is that some kind of antenna?” I quipped.
He smiled, and told me it was an ash sapling that he had extracted from a wall, and was taking it to replant it. He explained about a disease that is effecting ash trees in the country, he was doing his bit to try preserve them, one tree at a time.
I carried on with my task, I used up what material I had, and as the sun went away, and the evening drew on, I finished for the day.
Satisfied with my effort, I celebrated with a bottle of Old Speckled Hen, thoughtfully supplied by Nicola, cheers sis.
Another Lifetime to go 