let's take a moment ..
Tuesday was a bad office day. A lot of finance, a lot of deadlines, a lot of people/career issues (yes, I'm euphomism-ising) and a the result was a head full of job noise all the way home. I blarted on for an hour at least about the above soon as I got in the door (sorry The Mrs). And then we noticed the water pressure was down. Both neighbours were otherwise occupied, so that meant a trip up the hill , in the dark, by myself. Joe normally likes a good excursion but he was practising with the newly formed community band/jazz renegade / skiffle thing bunch.
So it was just me , the stars and Neil-next-door's groovy head torch I'd borrowed on the way.
Actually 4 sheep as well, invisible until they skittered out of my way just as I nearly fell over them.
No torch light at that point but I put it on to kick away the brambles (forgot gloves) then squatted down and lifted off the stones we put over the spring chamber last year.
And then I was focused on a world of silt, brown percolating water, a small stone channel and the smell of earth. All contained by the circle of white light from Neil's torch. I cleared the water pipe of the gunge that had blocked it, checked it was now filling the big chamber properly and reset all the cover stones. I felt I'd achieved something, getting the water running clean again. And on my own as if I knew what I was doing. :)
Most satisfying part of the day. I stopped for a bit in the dark and looked at the village below and the Stars above. Horribly folksy I know but ... something I wanted to share.
Tuesday was a bad office day. A lot of finance, a lot of deadlines, a lot of people/career issues (yes, I'm euphomism-ising) and a the result was a head full of job noise all the way home. I blarted on for an hour at least about the above soon as I got in the door (sorry The Mrs). And then we noticed the water pressure was down. Both neighbours were otherwise occupied, so that meant a trip up the hill , in the dark, by myself. Joe normally likes a good excursion but he was practising with the newly formed community band/jazz renegade / skiffle thing bunch.
So it was just me , the stars and Neil-next-door's groovy head torch I'd borrowed on the way.
Actually 4 sheep as well, invisible until they skittered out of my way just as I nearly fell over them.
No torch light at that point but I put it on to kick away the brambles (forgot gloves) then squatted down and lifted off the stones we put over the spring chamber last year.
And then I was focused on a world of silt, brown percolating water, a small stone channel and the smell of earth. All contained by the circle of white light from Neil's torch. I cleared the water pipe of the gunge that had blocked it, checked it was now filling the big chamber properly and reset all the cover stones. I felt I'd achieved something, getting the water running clean again. And on my own as if I knew what I was doing. :)
Most satisfying part of the day. I stopped for a bit in the dark and looked at the village below and the Stars above. Horribly folksy I know but ... something I wanted to share.
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