Thursday, 18 January 2018

Bomb proof

 Lots of people describe their equines as bombproof, meaning that bombs could go off in their near vicinity and it would not alter their demeanour.
Apollo is exactly that, this is he "helping " as I do jobs around the smallholding on the weekend. The fact that I have a live chainsaw in my hands doesn't bother him in the slightest. If only he would pich up the cut logs and put them in the log box for me.

Wednesday, 17 January 2018

Not lost again!

 Another mini adventure was had on Sunday
 with an intrepid bunch of explorers yours truly set off along and over the Elan Valley to find the right off road
 but soon ran (cycled) into difficulty when the local wildlife had tried their best to obliterate the trail with their doings.
 Keef really enjoyed the hill climbs I could tell by his rasping.
 Finally the right off road was found snaking off to our left the trail to a world of pain.
 Once at the top we managed to find the wrong road again
 and no matter which way we went
 ended up misplaced
 and into the wrong valley.
 After a quick discussion of the merits of turning back and heading uphill again over going on and finding a cafe with bacon sarnies and mugs of tea
we took the bold decision and raced downhill. We will be back to find the right off road and complete the course, a case of third time lucky perhaps.

Monday, 15 January 2018

First time for everything

MBAOSPW has to put up with a lot, especially my taste in "music" but to find she had never put a record on, ever, well lessons had to be learned.
Talking of which, she is particularly fed up with the ease at which I lose cashpoint cards. 5 times at least last year the wretched piece of plastic eluded my grasp, usually at key moments like the day before holidays. I have for a while given up putting it somewhere safe and opted for always in the same place style of management. This has worked for several months but for Christmas I was given a wallet. My argument against, I'll lose that and everything with it and it will spoil the line of my suit obviously cut no ice so now I had one I will use it and never again will I lose my cashpoint card.
I lasted 18 days before putting said wallet with card and a substantial sum of cash on the car roof and driving off with inevitable consequences. 

Thursday, 11 January 2018

Ice Ice baby

 The snow might have retreated but the cold hasn't so yours truly was awoken early doors by the sound of brass monkeys crying about their overnight losses.Once I finally figured out what the noise was it was clear on of the horses was not very happy with his lot. The pic above shows the rocks in the garden, the white is ice so pretty cold. 
 This poor chap had got himself stranded on the runway which had frozen over and resembled an ice rink. With my underpants on the outside of my trousers yours truly was the consummate super hero horse botherer and led the petrified non skating equine across the ice and into a warm cozy stable where he could be a cash converter (money into pooh type).
Talking of noise generators the pups are somewhat on the large size now, there being three left, here pictured trying to get a last drop of milk from their mum.

Wednesday, 10 January 2018

There's something nasty in the laundry

 Used to finding aquatic animals in the laundry room..damp anyone? ...MBAOSPW detected a hissing sound coming from behind the fridge freezer that should have been sold 18 months ago and is just in the way. One huge clearout later revealed the horror lurking behind it.
 Without repeating the saga of the useless bunch of cowboys who didn't fit the bathroom and had to be taken to court to get our money back. They also fitted prior to not fitting the bathroom a new central heating boiler and a water pressure pump to make sure the shower they didn't fit would actually work.
Considering the whole system is water in pipe, water in pipe feed to pump, pump water in pipe to filters, filter, filtered water to go to house, they seem to have made a right meal of it. The blue pipe at the bottom is the water supply. The complex maze of corners, isolation valves, joints, funny angles, ups, downs, behinds and ptfe tape would be, if it worked without leaking, a thing of wonder. As is, its a messy, leaky, unnecessary cobble that should be an afront to all professional trades. Currently, despite my best efforts at solving the problem, it is leaking 4 gallons every 12 hours and this is being collected by means of a tin foil ramp and a plastic toy drawer. Something must be done.

Finally the French are arriving

 My inner nerd
 has been unleashed
on the French Currassiers. The first of many...hopefully...time permitting....

Monday, 8 January 2018

Metamorphis

 The most photographed mountain bike ever has come to the end of its life with yours truly. As the ideal number of bikes is N+1 I did think about keeping the oft abused steed (bike shop man....they don't normally look like this). But as the brakes failed again causing yours truly to think he was so humongously fat and unfit that he couldn't ride for toffee (actually that might be an incentive..)
 because the front wheel was locked something had to be done. Nice bike shop man sent a link to a nice new steed, a carbon everything except the titanium pedals steed, a steed so ludicrously specced up it would be forever past my price range and ability. However, this steed had been hand carved by a nice man who wanted the best for himself but then when he rode it for the first time fell off it and broke his ankle. This made him realise that he like building bikes not riding them. Hence for sale sign.
 Which is how yours truly ended up with a new steed that costs about as much a car for a handful of magic beans.
Talking of for sale....The boys now ride their own so I sold the trailer, no more cries of faster daddy or its too muddy daddy while I try not have a heart attack.

Back by popular demand....

 A curious sight from the kitchen window.
 Horses are not normally prone to rock climbing but as any reader will tell you, Apollo is anything but normal for a pony so quite why he decided to scale the cliff at the back of HQ while his pint sized minder Trevor keeps a wary watch is known only to themselves.
 Seeing that he was not going to give up and not wanting to encourage this sort of unruly equine behaviour yours truly braved the cold and took a blue bucket of allure which worked better than gravity at getting him down.