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Of keys and the ornamental pond

23rd September 2018

Hullo again.

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Of departing vans

16th September 2018

Welcome back. Some of this week's plans didn't happen. Other parts ran late. Some of the week didn't get planned at all.

Of multiple Andrews

9th September 2018

Welcome back. As I drove up to Tunstead on Monday morning I began remembering various things that I had meant to bring and forgotten, plus hoping that things I hadn't found in the workshop were in fact hiding somewhere in the van.

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Of shunts and tours

2nd September 2018

Feast or famine – at least as far as pictures go. Last week I had a load – this week? Rather less.

Of bolts, present and not

26th August 2018

Last week I had a dearth of pictures. This week? Well, it's scarcely a surfeit, but enough to be going on with. Read on, dear reader.

Of visitors and cameras

19th August 2018

A slightly briefer report this week, Steph's away at our daughters so on my return from the shed I had first to complete plant watering and cooking before even thinking about blog composition.

Of thinking and spraying

12th August 2018

You just cannot underestimate the power of the written word. Only last week I declared my dissatisfaction with the on-going heat and look! It's been raining today, we've had to have the lights on in the shed and I nearly took a sweater down with me. So, what if I declare that this week I'll win the lottery? Aah, hang on, I've seen a snag in that. I don't play.

Of water pipes and bird boxes

5th August 2018

Welcome to August. No you, are, I assure you: I don't want it if it's going to stay this hot.

Of gas oil and hedgehog houses

29th July 2018

Back again? Not so many pictures to show this week - one of those weeks where a lot of things happen but scarcely worth photographing. So best read on..

Of sand and crate

22nd July 2018

Another sweltering week here at the Briddon Country PIle. The grounds around the mansion are parched. Part of the Darley Dale yard is transforming into a sandy desert. Oh hang on, that was the blasting contractor.

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