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| My new shed |
At the beginning of July my friend, Karen, and I went shed
shopping, as she wanted a new shed too. After the disastrous experience with my
on-line shed purchase, I decided to ‘shop local’ and as there was a highly
recommended timber yard near Frome, off we went. The builders had put down a
concrete base suitable for an 8’ x 6’ shed and I thought I would buy another
apex shed but when I saw the ‘Sunflower’ potting shed I completely changed my
mind! With our sheds duly ordered we sat back to await delivery, quoted as
being 3 – 5 weeks. I’d opted to have my shed erected by their contractor rather
than try to round up help of my own, but Karen and Ade were going to self-erect
theirs.
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| The finished shed - exterior |
On 13th August at 7.30am, on a day predicted to
be one of the hottest of the year so far, the sheds were delivered and the
contractor and his 14-year-old son got straight to work. There was much sawing
and banging from the bottom of the garden and by 10.15am my shed was up and
finished! I couldn’t believe how quickly it had all gone together. Since then,
I have put in shelving under the potting bench and a long shelf up high on the
opposite wall plus tool hanging brackets on the wall opposite the door. I love
my new shed and aim to spend quite a bit of time in there once the weather
cools off a bit.
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| The finished shed - interior |
During the incredibly hot, dry summer I have been battling
an infestation of red mite in my chicken house. They are horrible,
blood-sucking parasites that hide in the cracks and crevices in a hen house
during the day and then feast on the chickens at night! I had tried pretty much
every treatment available to me and still they multiplied. I suspected that the
death of one of my young hens was due to acute anaemia and so I closed up the
hen house and made a temporary outdoor perch in the secure, covered chicken
run. The hens took to this arrangement remarkably well, even laying their eggs
in the cardboard box I’d supplied as a temporary laying box. I think they quite
enjoyed camping out while it was so hot! Knowing that the good weather would
not last I ordered a new plastic hen house, manufactured in this country from
waste farm plastics (silage wrap, etc) and much less likely to harbour red mite
than the wooden house I’d had previously. After a couple of days of having to
be put to bed after dark, the girls have got the hang of the new house and seem
to be happy with their new accommodation.
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| The new chicken house arrives |
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| New chicken house in position |
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| The remains of the old chicken house! |
Right at the beginning of August Jeni asked if I would like
to go away for a couple of days to Moreton-in-Marsh in the Cotswolds. Her
ulterior motive was that they had won an online auction for a couple of stools
for their new kitchen breakfast bar and they were at an auction house in
Moreton and needed to be collected, but I thought it would be lovely to stay in
an hotel overnight, have a nice evening meal and then go on to Hidcote Manor to
visit the gardens on the Saturday, so readily agreed.
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| Our hotel in Moreton |
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| Hotel bedroom |
Hidcote Manor gardens were interesting although, owing to
the ongoing drought and their policy of only occasional watering, a lot of the
plants were past their best. Jeni took many photos of plants that were coping
best with the dry conditions to add to her portfolio of work for her Garden
Design Diploma, which is now nearing an end. Although she has been struggling
with her fibromyalgia throughout the course, I am very proud of her
determination to keep going and do her best with each project.
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| This tree was home to wild honey bees |
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| The 'hive' entrance |
A week later I was back on the road again and heading north
to Sheffield to stay with my sister and brother-in-law for a few days. Lynda
had half jokingly asked if I could bring my scythe to cut her wild flower
meadow aka the lawn, so I loaded up the scythe and sharpening tools, packed a
few clothing essentials and off I went! I broke my journey at a hotel near
Coventry which was not quite as lovely as the previous week’s one, but did do a
very nice evening meal. Breakfast was not very inspiring but I knew Lynda and
Paul would feed me very well when I got there, so a coffee and a croissant was
quite sufficient! My brother, Richard, was also there over the weekend and we
all went for a lovely walk along the river in Calver, where they used to live,
before stopping off for a restorative drink at the pub.
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| The Family - Rich, Paul, Lynda & Victoria |
The next day we went to
the Yorkshire Sculpture Park near Doncaster, which is a lovely place to visit,
if you’re in the vicinity. There are many permanent displays by the likes of
Barbara Hepworth and Henry Moore but also an indoor space for visiting exhibitions.
The one on display at the moment is of modern Native American art and was very
interesting – I particularly liked the ceramic figures. In a decommissioned
chapel there was an installation made of sheep’s wool, which actually looked
quite menacing with its multiple ‘feet’ made from hand shears.
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| Flowing wool sculpture |
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| Terracotta figure |
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| Terracotta mother & child |
Lynda and Paul looked after their grandsons on Monday and
Tuesday and we took them on an open top bus ride from Calver to Castleton and
back, hopping off at Hathersage for lunch and a play in the park. The following
day we went to Manor Lodge Park in Sheffield, the scene of Mary Queen of Scots’
incarceration for many years. The boys got busy with interactive games based on
codes and secret messages and then played in the park area while we sat in the
shade and drank tea – all very civilised!
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| The view from the top of the bus |
Having scythed the lawn so that the mower could cope with
the residue, I repacked my car and headed homeward. I decided to do the whole
journey in one go with a couple of comfort stops along the way, so it took me about
6 hours to get home, but was quite an easy drive once I’d negotiated the M1 and
M69 and got back on the Fosse Way. It felt good to be back on the road again –
I still miss my WWOOFing days!
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The lawn - before ...
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| ... and after! |
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