Saturday 31 August 2013

Fencing masters

Dave despairs of the standard of our workmanship.

So, a Saturday morning spent working on our new Nursery fence. Myself, Remy, Dave, Ben and Philip. Cake was apple flapjack, made with Nursery apples no less. Remy still wasn't impressed. Philip went and bought some post-mix and we erected six posts. Sometimes it was all a bit Eric Sykes, but mostly we got the job done. Then we went to the Sair, and discovered that the jukebox has been re-stocked with stuff like obscure Magazine tracks and Killing Joke songs. Peculiar.

One of the muppets at work, and a soft toy we found in the bushes.

Saturday 3 August 2013

Wood, weeds and woolly hats

Hats for all!
A game of two halves this morning. With myself, Geoff, Jess and Dianne going to Fieldhouse to weed. And Guy, Mandy, Neil and Julia staying at the nursery to do cultivation, weeding and cutting up logs. Homemade oat biscuits were provided for all, and the sun shone for most of the morning. New CVTS woolly hats were snapped up by all, including Trevor who came to the pub afterwards.

Thursday 25 July 2013

Three men in a field picking wild flowers

Me and my bouquet.
Philip, Geoff and myself went to Fieldhouse to strip out Ragwort, and a do bit of weeding. It was stupidly humid and I lost about half my bodyweight in sweat, but there are worse ways to spend a Thursday evening. Almost all the trees are growing despite vigorous competition from Ragwort and grass. Some encroachment by brambles and knotweed along the top edge of the field though. Need to keep an eye on this.

Saturday 20 July 2013

A hard days log

Jess's unorthodox method of securing wood while sawing.
So today was all about gathering and preparing wood fuel. Myself, Dave, Remy, Hap and Geoff went to Hemplow Wood and retrieved some Larch logs from where we did some thinning out a few weeks ago. Then we returned to the Nursery to join Philip, Jess, Ben, Jack and Neil who were cutting up and bagging some already dried timber. While it wasn't as sunny as recently, it was still flipping warm, and midgy. Cake was a very jammy bakewell tart. And we retired exhausted to the Sair where Bobby was playing 80's funk.

Remy and Dave chopping and bagging.