The extra bits...(Under construction).

Sunday, 18 May 2014

Casting off...

       Greetings shipmates, here be the shortest of posts to let you scurvy land lubbers know that once again me dry dock of present has been assigned to some other frigate and I'm having to haul anchor once more and set off for pastures anew.

      So ye must excuse my forthcoming absence as there is stowing to be done, hatches to be battened and courses to be set to places where there may be dragons. 

      Bramble says she feels like the littlest hobo once more but I'm sure that once we find suitable landfall she'll overcome her melancholy. So until we're safely docked once more in storm sheltered harbour I shall restrict my scribblings for time, a blessed relief to ye lubbers if thee be honest, and send thee a bottled scribing once safely at anchor. 

The littlest hobo... 
      Till such time take care of yourselves and your loved ones.


Monday, 12 May 2014

Pictures from the getaway...

     Apologies as there is no 'Shout out Monday' because I cannot be arsed this evening choosing between so many worthy blogs, added to the fact that I'm bloody knackered after a busy and frustrating day amongst the lesser mortals at the Fun factory.

     So I thought I would just share a few of the pictures of my brief getaway to the lakes. It really is a place to allow the mind to rest and batteries to recharge....

The path just beckons...

Who me?...nah I wouldn't...honestly....

Waterfall through roots...

Please don't ask...

“It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no knowing where you might be swept off to.”   J.R.R. Tolkien.

 Till the next time, take care...


Sunday, 11 May 2014

Task 5 of 52....

      Firstly allow me to thank you for you kind words and support, some comments I couldn't publish because of the personal nature of them but all were welcome. 

      As you probably gathered from my last post there has been a step backwards in my struggle for peace in my life and I needed to step away for a short time to give my confusion and pain space to settle. I've just now returned from the lakes where simple food, far too much cider and some beautiful trails were all consumed with Bear in tow.

Flat cap man's car 

      As for task 5?, well I've been after a genuinely waterproof and windproof heavier coat for ages and as the outdoor shops were clearing the winter stock which some excellent reductions I've gone and purchased one that I think fits the bill. It had plenty of use in the days I was away so look out for a review coming your way soon. 

     The words on a sign in one of the outdoor shops certainly hit the spot yesterday and gave me something to think on....."happiness is not a goal to be achieved, it is a way of life". Till the next time take care. 


Wednesday, 7 May 2014


     I'm going to be away awhile, for a few days at the least. I've taken a step backwards in my struggle to manage my tortured mind, hurting the one I love deeply, so I'm going away from work, people and blogs for a little while just to let my tears dry and mind stop racing. 

Till next time, take so much care of loved ones... They are so precious. 


Tuesday, 6 May 2014

Allotment ...... Post 5


      So the another post so soon? surely this rotund Hobbit has far too much time upon his hairy hands!

      Well, as hinted upon in yesterday's morning's coffee break posting, I have embellished my plot with a new compost bay which is sure to be the envy of plot holders across the site, nay the country, including the Italian mafia whom seem to own more plots than are surely healthy for just one family on the site and they always seem to be in perpetual conflict with one or more other allotmenters. I've had one brush with the elder son and leader elect of this bunch of carrot dealing Italians but more of that in a tad. Back to the reason that my stubby little fingers itched to write this post. 

     You may remember in my earlier enthusiasm that I hastily erected a compost bay at which my hairy chest puffed out (steady ladies)  with pride and a sense of achievement enveloped me......

     ...... Oh sad mis-guided fool that I was way back then in those long weeks gone by. Surely the smothered sniggering as t'other allotmenters detoured from their route to the wood chipping pile to cast furtive yet knowing glances at my hastily erected bay should have alerted me to the underlying current of derision my wonky rotten compost bay arose in them. But now with days of experience underpinning my efforts, and a logical, engineering head, I have produced what only can be described as composting sex! Just feast your eyes upon this hot little number..... 

      The frame is made from hardwood, yes you heard correctly, hardwood pallets squared off the within two millimetres and levelled to the same precision, oh yes not forgetting the double helix galvanised screws used to secure it Ooohh. To this galvanised mesh, I won't be belittling the bay by calling it chicken mesh, was carefully and securely attached with individuall and bespoke fencing staples, do I really need to mentioned that these too are galvanised? I think not. The voids, now formed by the delectable combination of galvanised mesh and hardwood pallets, were then filled with some oh sweet smelling hay which was kindly donated by Shaun, he who punches cows, Thackaberry. The purpose of which is to improve the insulation of the bay yet at the same time cleverly allowing a flow of fresh air to percolate through my composting love material which also has the additional benefit of being an attraction for numerous wee beasties. Like I said, pure composting filth....go on you know you want one!

      As for the rest of plot 2a? well some wildflowers are beginning to make an appearance with four different types so far brightening up the ground between the cider trees..... 


Buttercup....Original resident


Dandelion---original resident

      Admittedly the cowslips and bluebells are there only by my intervention but the buttercups and dandelions are locals now able the breath after my initial strimming. As well  as the wildflowers the two original cider trees have benefited from being released from the raspberry canes strangling hold and may just reward my efforts with enough fruit to produce 2a's first cider crop this autumn....

      Oh almost forgot as I was helping out on Caroline's plot next door I came across what I think is a hazel bush which has now been transplanted to my orchard, if you know for certain what this bush is please don't be behind the door and put me right.....

      There are also signs of wee beasties finding plot 2a a possible abode....

Birds yet to be observed..

A lady checks me out...

I've decided to call my feline observer..General Woundwort

     Future plans include a second compost bay, that is if I can stand any more ecstasy, raised beds, I've identified two crops, asparagus and strawberries, as must haves, the introduction of a wood pile/nettle corner, a worm farm, a small watering hole for beasties and of course a shed. 

      Oh and finally I suppose I should tell about my brush with the allotment mafioso. As I was sweating and cursing over my gorgeous compost bay I felt a dark presence looming over my shoulder, looking around I was confronted by the swarthy form of Aldo, mafioso leader elect. The conversation went something akin to this.......

Aldo... What you doing? 
Moi... Screwing.
Aldo... No no, about your weedy plot?
Moi... I thought it was quite strong myself. 
Aldo...(looking perplexed) Your weeds, when you kill them?
Moi... I'm not.
Aldo... You must spray them!
Moi... I must not (indignantly), anyway I have no weeds.
Aldo...(authority now oozing) I will spray them!
Moi... You can bugger off and see to your own allotment sunshine. 
Aldo... The seeds will spread. 
Moi.... Buy a hoe
Aldo...(becoming quite red) why you want weeds. 
Moi... I don't, I want wildflowers to attract beasties to then pollinate me cider trees. 
Aldo... Your weeds will blight my plots, I spray them.
Moi...(with warm fatherly smile) I have 10 gallons of Paraquat savy? spray my quarter plot I spray all your plots.
Aldo... (long and thoughtful pause, in which you could see the wheels turn) Will you tell your beasties to pollinate my plots too.....please?

Enough said. 

Where ever you are take good care, till next time. 


Monday, 5 May 2014

Shout out Monday....

      Now I only have a few minutes to scribe this post so if the to be shouted out blogger is dissatisfied at my words he can bribe me with cider and I might just redo my words, though be warned twill take copious amounts of the amber nectar. 

      Ok so this week's shout out is for Casey's blog, The book of Casey to be found here. I've known Casey, albeit electronically, for a few years now and we have become friends as kindred spirits sometimes do when lady luck brings them together. We have so many similarities in our lives I feel at times that we could have been cast from the same mould. 

      As I have, Casey has felt an urge to express himself and share his world and like me he has written several different blogs never seemingly satisfied with the end product so abandoning each one until being drawn back to write, and The book of Casey is as honest as any you will read. If you allow yourself to be emersed in his words and also his poetry you'll see the world through the eyes of someone who is ordinary, charming and has a deep connection with nature. Allow yourself the time to read his posts slowly and let his world gradually captivate your mind.

       Maybe it's cheating to shout out for a friend but like Casey I'm far from perfect and anyways tis a fact that I'm a pirate so the rules are there to be mis-interpreted. Till the next time fare thee well. 


Sunday, 4 May 2014

Task 4 of 52

     Well after an all too short break from the grind tis time to assess what I've achieved in regards to my 52 tasks and knock number 4 off the list.... 

     Should I use the completion of the new compost bay on allotment 2a? Nah that would rob me of an allotment update, although tis a damned sexy compost bay even if I do dare say so myself. Perhaps I could mention that I've actually cleared of debris, cleaned and polished flat cap man's car? Nah no point in trying to pass off such a blatant lie as that. Perhaps the walk to the Blue lagoon t'other day? Nope no decent pictures cept one of a very muddy Bear and that's nothing new. Mmmmm I'm not entirely sure that I have actually achieved anything that could indeed be truthfully classed as 4 of 52..... bugger! 

Frankinstine's monster?
      Ah but there is a little something, maybe it's not a great deal for most of you, it's just that I've gone through a whole week, 7 days, 168 hours or 10,080 seconds whichever you prefer, of not one moment of wishing that the Black dog would stop stalking me, of not contemplating curling into a foetal ball and letting life just pass me by and forget I exist, not once thinking that the world would be a far better place without me, not letting past pain and guilt stop raising my head and looking forward instead of back. So a whole 52th of a year of positive negatives if you see what I mean. Yes the Dark canine still lurks, probably always will to be honest,  but to have such a week is indeed a milestone and one definitely worthy, in my opinion, of being ticked off as number 4 of 52. 

Till the next bit of drivel, take good care of yourselves.