Eventfull times

As a general rule life here is pretty interesting most of the time.


This last few days it really has been head down and chainsaw out most of the time. The chansaw has a new chais which is a big plus. You can keep a chainsaw sharp but the chain is never quite as good as when it is brand new.

We have probable processed the best part of 3 tons of wood this last few days our woodshed is piled right to the ceiling Probably a couple of months supply.

Around all this normal life has been going on with P back for the weekend and Gwion inviting one of his mates from school over yesterday, necessitating a trip to the cinema in the afternoon which in turn meant half an hour outside pouring cooking oil into the 806.

I have been working with a real war veteran a 1940  Elwell splitting axe that has a series of nicks in the blade and marks on the shaft that hint at a distinguished past in the war. Tools of this era are superb, the quality is exceptional and the balance is perfect.  It's a delight to hold and to use.

Unless of course you are splitting really stubborn oak or some stuff that is still a bit to wet to burn.

But anyway, having done all the cinema type stuff it was time to take Gwions mate home, something Branwen and management set off to do in Mr Tick the AX.

With the light falling

They had been gone some little time when the phone rang announcing doom in the middle of a busy roundabout. Mr Tick had stopped and refused to start. Blocking the roan and they were sat there in chaos.

Did any of the throng think a bit stop their cars and help push the car out of the way, no - that was probably to much thinking for one day.

So anyway I phoned the RAC breakdown service, if they were having problems with non thinking motorists the call centre worker I dealt with was from another planet.

He had never heard of a Citroen AX - I was starting to get worried.

This was George Bush level geography, he had never heard of Pembrokeshire,  he seemed a bit puzzled when I said it was in Wales.


I  had to resort to giving him locations in phonetic language as he didn't seem to be able to spell at all.

He said he was going to help me by looking up the location on google maps.

So of course I opened google maps and found the spot very quickly.

Gave him the coordinates and frankly he just seemed confused.

When I had completed everything I set off to the rescue.

I was tempted to take a GG but thought better of it.

Half way there the RAC guy was on the phone, he could not find them, then how could he, he was half a mile away from where I had spelled out, in words of one syllable, they were at    

So anyway I turned up and he had solved the problem.

Well OK maybe, we set off for home and I could not help noticing that the lights were not quite brilliant in fact as the trip went along they were getting less and less bright.

Eventually the AX ground to a halt.
  
So I pulled the 806 in and used the jump leads to dump lots of charge into the battery.

Which got us nearly home, it would have had we not met a bunch of boy racers outside the village who knew how to drive very fast forwards but the mysteries of reverse had passed them by.

So of course, to relax we got the chainsaw out this morning and ripped lots of wood apart then I spent a while with the axe splitting big oak blocks.

Everyone slaved with barrows and making stacks

For some reason I am feeling tired. 

R