Tanks for the memory

To recap briefly: we had expected a cold spell, but it didn’t materialize at all. We have therefore continued to work outside as it is so lovely, making space for a new oil tank since the old one is effectively blocking what will become a fire escape route.

The existing, redundant gas cylinder is below right, and Mike is digging the soil away so that we don’t need to build a vast retaining wall. However, he was hampered by the telegraph pole stumps you can see, which were limiting his freedom to swing (if you know what I mean).

Mike dug out either side of the stumps and I then pulled on them until they obligingly fell over…

…after which Mike had a free run at the job. We have lost count of the number of wheelbarrows full of soil we have now moved, but we hope soon to reach the end of that activity.

For a little light relief, and during our weekend off, I caved and returned to work to rake out the soil on the lower garden, and then seed it. Which was lucky really, as we had a light drizzle for most of Sunday afternoon, and a little rain on both Monday and Tuesday nights we think, so hopefully this will be greening up soon.

On Monday we had to move the polytunnel, as it was in the path through which we needed to move the gas cyclinder. Carrie got out the trusty Stanley knife and…

…reduced the polytunnel to its skeleton. Sadly the polythene was so holey it couldn’t be saved, but the frame has been packed away unti we have demolished the chicken shed, of which more below.

Also in the way of moving the tank was this kennel which I have hated since we first arrived. So that too had to go – shame.

Once we had removed all the plastic, we were delighted to see that some great views had been opened up. The cat was much relieved to find us for a little cuddle too, so I just had to stop for a moment or two…

…before we tackled the big move. We pushed the gas tank off its legs to make it easier to drag.

Then Bill and Niall attached a winch to the gas cylinder…

… and dragged it through where the polytunnel had been, and it is now situated on the carpark waiting for it to be collected by its owner.

For a little light relaxation, I had a go at painting the gents-to-be, first with those mist coats that I seem to manage to get everywhere, and then…

…two top coats on the ceiling, and most of the first magnolia coat on the walls. Whilst the paint was drying I rejoined Mike…

…who was still digging that hole (after mending the digger, again.) The polytunnel will one day stand where the chicken shed is currently located – so I snuck up on the shed with a nonchalant air and a sledgehammer…

…and you can see that it is looking slightly less smug now. Mike has nearly cut away sufficient space to extend the concrete base for our new oil tank, and I expect to finish trashing the chicken shed tomorrow. Or will I, since I will need to help Mike as he concretes the base too. So which will I do? Decisions, decisions….

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