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February 1, 2026

a 25 hundredweight tenor

Filed under: diary — Trefor Davies @ 9:25 am

Thinking of having a simple breakfast this morning. A sausage, couple of bits of bacon, a bean or three and some toast. No idea if we has beens which might scupper the plan. V shall c.

Might also light the fire today. This may depend on the availability of suitable sized wood. We have plenty of kindling and tons of logs but the logs need splitting and I’ve left it too late for an axe to be any use. One day I’ll invest in a hydraulic log splitter. These things can’t be rushed. They need planning. I suspect the right one for the job will cost more than it is worth spending on this. Trouble is you don’t seem to be able to hire them. We must have 4 or 5 tons of logs. 3 at least.

The upbeat weather forecast this morning told us we are a mere month away from the start of meteorological spring. This was the only upbeat aspect of the forecast. The rest of it supported the aforementioned notion of lighting the fire. So we have to hold on for another month. Spring is definitely the best time of year. THG pointed out to me yesterday that I need to get on with building her raised beds which she will need in place ready for spring. This is a v valid point and something that will stimulate me into action. Ish. I work better when I have a deadline.

Sunday Service is from Wrexham. So far it isn’t too bad. First hymn is love divine and love excelling. It doesn’t meet my definition of the absolute perfect church service but at least it isn’t happy clappy. So far anyway. I really don’t understand the chanting by rote bit. This church has good bells which has to be a result innit. Ten bells with a 25 hundredweight tenor. I don’t know my bells but that feels right.

The news downstairs is that there is one remaining tin of beans and therefore the breakfast plan is a goodun. The cooked breakfast in The Rock Hotel in Gibraltar wasn’t too bad as far as hotel breakfasts go. However when considered in the context of having eaten out every night for a week meaning that we were never hungry in the mornings, breakfast was to some extent consumed only because we had already paid for it. It’s one of those dilemmas. The answer is to not go out to eat every night but hey…

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