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Reflections 2019 w25

The wind blew at my strapped down Tilly hat as I crested the hill that was once a fort at Dinas Dinlle, sea spray travelling over the land in a fine mist, leaving the taste of salt with each heavy breath.

I love these dog walks with Spot.

My heart pounds with the exertion my body has with the short but sudden climb, lungs filling with fresh, clean air; Welsh air. I hear only the sound of the wind and crashing waves, glad I am not trying to fight the sea to catch a fish or two, not even the bleating of the sheep can be heard. I know not if they are hiding in a far off field or just behind the wall, silently waiting for the wind to die down. Even the seagulls hang in the air as though they are in a painted seaside scene.

The only other people I can see in this quiet place are other dog walkers, some are clearly taking pleasure in the weather, others look like they wish they had cats. It’s not cold, but some are dressed like it was the middle of winter, accompanied by a bloke in shorts. My smile as we pass seems to convey my humour at the sight, much to the annoyance of the person wrapped up, which in turn makes me smile more. Not in a mean way…OK it might be a little mean.

I never get bored of doing the same walks over and over again at the coast, or in the countryside. I find a peace with the empty space, a quiet in the natural sounds, the voice in my head has nothing to find fault with that cannot be easily forgotten by something to see. Yes I may just sit and cry, emotionless, yet calm. Not knowing why, but accepting the release of pressure.

These are the times I know there is hope, because these are the times I do not need to lean on the medication.

They just do not happen often enough. But I am Grateful that they do at least happen.

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Reflections 2019 w44

The greenhouse is finished, and, after a lousy start, the replacement pains were cut.

Now anyone that has had the displeasure to have to cut used greenhouse glass will know, the normal technique that we are all taught on how to cut glass, has a high failure rate. that method being…Score, press down over a table edge where the score line is. You just end up hoping that the break is veered off to the waste side of the cut, so the glass can be nibbled away to the line.

This apparently is because the used glass has altered its structure over time, and now has micro cracks in it.

But this technique works..https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YvzvAaXR_oY&t=140s

I could tell you the technique, but I prefer that this chap gets the credit.

I went from 100% fail rate to 100% success on my first attempt of this method and techniques. Along with an oil filled glass cutter for £3.50.

If you ever need to cut second hand glass, give this video a  watch.

Reflections 2019 w43

It’s another allotment update this week.

The greenhouse has a new seals and a roof with one wall. One forgot how heavy glass gets when you move it around, especially overhead. So after finishing the roof, and numb arms, my lower back decided to join in the fun, one or both, of my lower back disc bulges have flared up, pinching a nerve or two.

I worked on a current art project whilst immobilised but I have to get the greenhouse finished before the winter weather halts play. So I went up today and did a side on it. One now knows about it. But it’s the wrong time of year to have a bad back. apart from the greenhouse.

Leaves have to be collected, lots of leaves. The aim for this year is a 100 bin bags worth. Last year I collected 50 and ran out a couple off months ago but have created much more space for them this year. I plan to be using free compost on all no dig beds next October.

On a plus note the onions are just starting to sprout, and a couple of garlic. The peas are being attacked by pigeons.

I’m working on that, but the greenhouse first.

Reflections 2019 w42

The greenhouse is nearly completed. A few more frame pieces to go on and then the rubber and one can start glazing. Just in time for the freezing weather.

My time working on it has been limited because of the carpel tunnel in my arms, it causes me to drop the tools when working overhead, and because of the angles of the nuts, they have to be done – overhead. Otherwise i would be onto the glazing stage now.

Anyhow, I will at least be able to start experimenting with a thermal battery in the greenhouse, basically a barrel of water that gets heated up in the daytime by the sun, to see if it will make any difference to making the greenhouse frost free. Thats the goal, I do not want it at a high temperature, just enough to stave off the freezing.

I have yet to decide which side to place the top window, and wether or not to use one off the old greenhouse.

Yet to research…Is there a reason the top opening windows are staggered? Or can they be placed opposite one another? Two on one side, against the prevailing wind direction. or not.

Is there a reason for the open window placement???

One hates my brain when it goes off on a tangent like this.

Reflections 2019 w41

It’s getting lonely at the allotment, for this year, my first year of having my own plot, I am growing over winter. And I am the only one that is.

Plus I have the greenhouse to assemble.

The plant suppliers have unfortunately let me down with the autumn asparagus, that will not be arriving until march now. But one has planted the broad beans, peas,  winter lettuce, over wintering kale, cabbage and broccoli, I think.

For some reason this year has had a bunch of labels disappear, and my papers with notes on have been destroyed in the move around. However, with all the rearranging that has taken place this year, any veg grown is just classed as a bonus.

Last years leaf mould has yet to be moved into its next container, to make room for this years leaves. Some more branch shredding, moving water buts to their final places, guttering and of course the greenhouse to be assembled, glazed and benches/shelving to be built inside it.

The plot started looking like a building site and it looks like it may see the latter parts of the year looking like one as well.

But it should be finished for the start of the next season, and I will be in front with the crops.

Well that’s the plan.

Reflections 2019 w40

One went to the allotment to harvest some crops and had an unusual sight, it left one wondering if this winter is actually going to be a winter here in the uk.

The sight was of a squirrel, nothing unusual there, but this one was on a fellow plot holders sweetcorn. Well, what was left of it.

The squirrel had eaten nearly the entire lot.

Squirrels are common around the plots, but one has never seen them go for the sweetcorn before, especially eating it in situ on the stalk. They had left only the cores. A sad reminder of the crop that was.

I also had a couple eaten as well.

Normally the damage done by wildlife is minimal, but this year it seems to have been heavier. Whole crops have been decimated, and not by the usual suspects – the slugs.

I had problems at the beginning of the year with squirrels, they kept pinching my fleece of the plots, piece by piece. I presume to build nests. But unless I cover my entire plot with a fruit cage and netting one is going to have to stop the problem somehow.

Luckily for the squirrel, killing them is the last option. The first is to see if everything is trying to fatten up for a bad winter. This would explain the extra eating nature seems to be doing.

I am going to make some precautionary measures so the over winter crops get some protection, just in case.

One prefers working with nature whenever possible, even attracting it into the plot as helpers. But I’m not spending my time and money growing organic food stuffs for it over me. And I’m not against the idea of pigeon and squirrel in the pot.

They have been told this.

Reflections 2019 w39

One has jut had a Holliday in wales again. Wet, windy and a lack of fish in the sea.

Not all the weather was wet to be honest, myself and my brother had a couple of afternoons sitting in stunning little bays watching hundreds of ferry swimming around below our feet, just no larger ones to catch on the hook. Luckily for me the views are the main part of the fishing, catching is a rare bonus.

However, my brother and I did look like we were fishing at different seasons. I was in shorts and he was in a quilted jacket, thick trousers and complaining he was cold.

One has been taken off my anti psychotic meds now, and the anxiety attacks are getting worse. Until it can be proven that my pain medication is/or is not causing the rash/bleaching of my skin it is in the great wisdom of the psych team to not place me on any meds for my mental health.

Which would not be a problem if the medication was just part of the treatment plan, as I was told it would be 8 years ago. But it is not, so how low one has to go before they change their mind we will have to see. I suppose it all depends on how quickly I get through the tranquillisers one has for emergencies.

I hate this treatment ‘plan’.

Reflections 2019 w38

I went with my son and mum to town today, my son wanted his usual sleepover visit to the play centre. When we got to the basement parking we noticed that it looked like someone had been/was sleeping rough up the corner.

This threw my son out a little, as he could not understand why someone would sleep in a space covered in pigeon poop. “He would rather freeze to death than sleep there.”

He is 8 and does not yet realise it is not just a phrase to say. Rather like his “I would rather die than…”

The look of puzzlement he gave me when I said not to wish that because homeless people can freeze to death, and often do over winter, was one of not knowing wether I was going to say – “Joking” or in fact I was being totally serious. I explained that they may not know any bushcraft skills, he is currently watching them on youtube, so have no knowledge of shelter building, and that they may also have been moved on from somewhere else, and had this as the only dry option.

I explained how London had gone, at one point, as far as fining them and taking their belongings off them, before turning them back onto the street. My mum had not heard this and was bemused as to why they would take their belongings. I explained it was to scare the homeless away from the streets of London, to somewhere else. I also told of the stories of spikes on flat shattered areas if sleepers were common there. Again to move them on.

“Where are they supposed to go then?” he asked. “Nobody knows” I replied. “That does not make sense.” “No it does not, in fact it could even be seen as being cruel at the least” I replied.

We took a look as to wether the belongings were still there wen we came out, they were, so we nipped into the salvation army to let them know. They sent someone out to see if they could get them some food and help.

If an 8 year old does not think moving people on constantly, with nowhere to goto, makes sense; why do the leaders of our community, region and country.

How many have to freeze to death this winter, before there is outrage – once again.