A day of peace.....

A day of peace, well not really.

The day started OK with me and the electrician making sense of the bewildering mess of wires that is the wiring next door.

Take a house, install wiring in the early 60's add extensions periodically, change use a couple of times and what you are left is a mess of wires that seem to have junctions at random, go in directions not related to their eventual destination, an electrical magical mystery tour in fact.

But we managed to sort it in the end and do away with rather a lot of dubious looking wiring, several fuse boxes and a plethora of junction boxes.

More to the point I can now safely remove a lot of wire from under the floors knowing I am not about to blow myself up.

But most of all today has been a day of peace.

Living here on top of our mountain is quite idyllic and lovely.

Traffic there is none, not on the roads, we are half a mile up a track from a tiny lane that joins two minor villages used by a couple of cars a day and a twice weekly bus.

We are also slap next to a motorway, not the one that crosses the country, one that crosses the world. Most of the air traffic that goes from the UK to Eire passes overhead and all the traffic from Europe to America crosses high over our heads. Not to mention periodic whoooosh and gone bedlam intrusions by the low flying RAF.

So life here is a permanent low level jet engine noise, morning to night, varying by season. Sometimes there are so many planes up there you wonder how they manage without traffic lights and roundabouts!!

But not today, today a mountain in Iceland has gone pop lots of dust is high in the sky and the great aerial motorway has signs saying it's closed.

Apparently this dust would clog up the engines and cause things to fall out of the sky, that does not sound too good to me. A 747 landing in our field would spoil my whole day.

Even Biggles, of the RAF seems to be having a day off. It's uncanny, the sky is clear of aircraft and the silence is total.

A day of peace.

R