We now have stepping stones across the meadow. Next to the lake in front of the decking by the shed. Visitors have been taking a shortcut across the meadow to get to the shed ignoring the sign that says please keep to the path. Actually there isn’t a sign but when I see people taking the short cut I call out (shout) to them but they don’t always take any notice, especially if they’ve had a beer or two.
I did once spot THG doing the same when I was stood in the kitchen window. I had a quiet word after that incident but have bowed to the inevitable and put down a couple of small slabs of york stone. It’s all about managing the environment.
The stone which has simply been laid on top of the meadow grass should bed down nicely in time. Merge into the landscape. It will be as if they have always been there. I am under some pressure to build THG a couple of raised beds just in front of the existing one. That can wait until the workshop has been finished. She needs to let me have a spec anyway.
Our friend Jen from Geralds Close over the back has promised THG some aquatic plants to populate the lake. She has seen some degree of success with her pond (as they like to call these things in Geralds Close). I wonder whether at one time it was Gerald’s Close and has suffered from dumbing down at the council. I refer you to The Jamjar of Apostrophes.
This morning we are going to reattempt to deliver books to the Oxfam Bookshop in the Cornhill. Yesterday’s post 4pm attempt was called off by THG who reported hordes of the great unwashed public milling around the pedestrian areas in front of the shop. They are perfectly at liberty to do this despite vehicular access being allowed after 4pm (and before 10am hence this morning’s trip) but I have never been able to understand why anyone would want to go there.
I guess without the apparent public enthusiasm to walk around the shops, drink coffee, eat lunch etc the very existence of the Oxfam bookshop would be under threat. Second hand bookshops are one of the few types of shop I like to visit. The trouble is I struggle to find anything on my specialist subject of interest in Lincolnshire, to whit Carmarthenshire local history.
Had a bit of a result yesterday when flicking through a book on “Welsh Methodism and the International Evangelical Revival, 1735-1750” I came across a letter written by Hywel Harris whilst staying on our farm Maesnonni in 1748. HH was gushing about the fact that he had raised a load of dosh for an orphanage after preaching at the farm. Fair play. At the time we had 12 “members” gathering there for meetings. My 6g gf David Jones had died in 1743 so the meetings would have been hosted by my 6g gm Elinor, widowed at quite a young age. Strong woman.
Gorrago. Books to deliver.
…
Mission accomplished re books. There are more to go but THG has informed me that the rest of the sorting can wait as “we have lots of other stuff to sort out that are of higher priority”. Rome wasn’t built in a day you know.