The Wee ‘Un and I had a lovely time for a while today, planting hawthorn, dog rose and sweet briar while also “hunting trolls” under the mature sitka spruce.
Unfortunately, we had to stop early as the winter winds suddenly came blasting over the ridge from the north-west, tipping the wheelbarrow over, blowing the trees away and sending all the trolls scurrying into their holes! Well, that’s what the Wee ‘Un said and who am I to disagree.
In the couple of hours it took to do a few inside chores, have lunch and take the boy to playgroup, the wind had picked up further to the extent that I was knocked off my feet twice while clearing the fence around the pig pens.
So, there was nothing for it but to retire inside and spend what was left of the day doing the washing, making flapjacks and entertaining the boys when they came home from school and playgroup.
I even found some time to do a little family history research before braving the winds again to feed and water the animals.
About halfway through the chores - the moment the Other Half arrived home - the wind dropped suddenly and I nearly fell flat on my face in the mud as I’d be walking around bent into the wind.
But the wind came back with a vengeance as I did the last couple of water trips, forcing me to take a crouched run into the wind whole only moving at the pace of a walk! I’d estimate the gusts were well over 60mph.
The joys of living in a windy spot.
Oh, and for those people who think there’s something wrong because I haven’t posted on the blog or replied to their emails, please remember that I don’t have the time (or sometimes inclination) to write every day, nor can I reply to every email I get.
I do my best to post on the blog at least five times a week and to reply to most of the emails I receive, but I can’t do more as I have a croft to work, boys to entertain, a house to keep and somewhere find a little time for the Other Half.
It’s a source of amazement to me that you manage to do as much as you do. Blogging and answering emails surely have a pretty low priority compared to your family, your animals, your crops and other croft responsibilities. It will take you a while to fully recover from your virus as well, even after you feel better you won’t be wholly up to par for another couple of weeks or so.
Glad to hear that you’re stilll alive ! Shouldn’t you be doing some hard pysical labour in sub-zreo conditions in a howling gale ?
Haha, slacker . All the best,
Woodenhead
Hard, physical labour? Yes. In sub-zero conditions? Okay. In a howling gale. Okay. But in storm-force winds? No thanks.
I’ve already been blown off a roof once in the past year, knocked off my feet half a dozen times, and been bombarded with boulders when the roof they were holding down came off.
I only do absolutely essential outside jobs when the wind is this strong. And speaking of which, it’s time to feed and water the pigs.
That’s going to be fun!
you need a wind turbine!!
A wind turbine is on my wish list. But, the local council is not very keen on domestic ones…
Such is life mate; here in Hobbys Yards NSW summer has hit at last with temperatures now in the mid thirties and getting higher. It was 43 at Nyngan yesterday.
Of course with the drought being so severe the crows are flying backwards again to keep the dust out of their eyes.
If I want to fry an egg I would simply have to put it on the bonnet of the ute for a minute.
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