This morning it was decreed (by me) that I would have a substantial breakfast. Breakfast is often said to be the most important meal setting you up for the rest of the day. This wasn’t the case in 18th century farming communities in Carmarthenshire where lunch was the biggie but there again I live in modern Lincolnshire in the 21st century. I digress. I had fried potatoes, mushrooms, tomato, fried bread, sausage, bacon and toast. Using some stuff up from the fridge. Will not need feeding again until I stick a steak on the barbie tonight.
Typically I only go full Lincolnshire these days at the weekend. Now I am sat in my conservatory, doors open, recording birdsong. Nothing too exotic at the moment. Sparrer, robin, blackbird, wren and blackcap. The latter is new this season. As I write a dove has appeared on the list. I don’t count wood-pigeon. Pests. THG has departed for her park run and I am pondering the day ahead.
I was awake at dawn, 5ish, and by five thirty up and at it in the conservatoire looking at the butter industry in Carmarthenshire in the 1700s, fwiw. Then followed some additions to the list of documents to see when I am in West Wales at the end of the month. I’ll be calling in on a long lost cousin I never knew I had but who got in touch having seen my family tree stuff. We will be heading to some cemeteries looking at gravestones and also to the Felin Obaith woollen mill, now defunct, at Rhiwadar. On day two I’ll be in the National Library of Wales. I like doing this kind of stuff. Problem is Carmarthenshire is a long way away.
It is History Weekend in Lincoln. Last night THG and I went to the cathedral to hear a David Olusoga lecture. V good fair play. Gave some interesting insights including the fact that when a French division was allowed to lead the parade after the liberation of Paris in WW2 they took out any non white colonial troops and replaced them with any white soldier they could lay their hands on. Outrageous but shows you the attitudes of the times.
Today I am off to see the Roman Posterngate with Ajax. The Posterngate is rarely open to visitors but is the gate by which people entered Roman Lincoln from the south before they climbed the hill to the main bit. Afterwards we are indeed going to climb Steep Hill and peruse the attractions laid on for the weekend. Roman market, mediaeval encampments and that sort of thing. Stuff like that anyway.
Yesterday was the perfect spring day reaching 25 or 26 degrees centigrade. I set up the irrigation system in the greenhouse. Something that is an annual job as I take the solar powered pump in over winter. I also got the little water fountain back up and running in front of the deck. It kept slowing down but I realised this morning (actually whilst lying awake in bed – funny what you think about innit) the pump probably needs cleaning so that is a job for today. Today is a little cooler at nineteen and overcast but still comfortable. Supposed to rain tonight which is much needed.
Finally, for now, we had a fox at 21:57 (Raised Beds) and hedgehog at various times between ten to nine and ten past four including once at the Lake.
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Day 2 C2C 2016.