The snow is gone, Christmas and Hogmanay are a distant memory.
The days are starting to lengthen. It was still light at 4.30 this afternoon when I discovered the wheelbarrow had a slow puncture and there are even signs of a little grass growth.
We’ve spent much of the last few weeks huddled in the kitchen, stuck in the middle of a building site. The snow and ice made building work all but impossible so instead of the new extension looking like this. . .
. . . it has spent a lot of the winter looking like this. . .
. . . or this. . .
At least work is up and running again. Drains have been put down and blocks are being laid. We may have the windows in sometime soon.
Like a bloody idiot, I decided to fill the time when snow/wind/ice/rain/plague of locusts prevented any serious work out front by making a start on the concrete base for and paths to and from the small conservatory we plan to put at the back of the house. In the conservatory, Mrs Pig Farmer plans to keep the freezer, the dogs, smelly boots and – if I’m not careful – me.
The house is kind of snug in the ground as it rises to the ridge that runs along the southern half of the island. Over the years the soil has moved up against the wall and it needed shifting, and footings for the foundation of the base needed to be dug.
So I grabbed my trusty long-handled shovel and the result is that there are so many trenches out there that if the Kaiser decides to get up to his old tricks, we’re more than ready.
The much-used and abused concrete mixer with be fired up again tomorrow and I hope in a week or two I won’t be getting the dead-eye for dragging mud (at best) into the kitchen.