With what is known as 'reverse layout' the bedroom windows and doors open out over the bow and from here you can see that the whole area is getting greener. The white tips of the cow parsley are blowing about in the breeze on the towpath side and the reeds are getting higher.
The weekend chores centred around the wood stores, a fair bit of action with the chainsaw and the cut hard wood is now allowed to season on the mooring during the summer. Nb Benjamin visited to collect their share of the spoils. Wood for burning is never a problem on this canal as there seems to be a regular and abundant supply if you are willing to collect and chop it but many don't bother and choose to buy logs in the winter....here, this goes against the grain and the whole process has become recreational.
A seldom seen CRT craft passed in the week, hopefully using some licence fees to do repair work.
The new arrivals in the field are this years crop of sheep and lambs, mainly texel cross ewes with strong lambs that will eventually find their way to the butcher. They have a fair job to do as the grass has got quite long over the last few weeks.
Digger is still spending hours and hours on her nest of twigs and only on occasion being relieved of her duties by the big fella. When this happens she loosens her stiff body by running up and down the canal, flapping her wings and making a right old racket for half an hour scattering ducks and chicks and anything that gets in the way of a huge white reckless bird
The old fella counts and turns over the clutch of large blue eggs before she returns to sit back on them for a bit longer.....hence, the Lady Solitude!
This post blog title was inspired by....Good old Richard Hawley and another beautiful sad song off the album Lady's Bridge.
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