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In my last blog I thought life was in a lull before next
storm. It was, literally. Two days ago Hisself measured 52 centimetres of
snow, but more has arrived on both days since.
It was last years snow that destroyed shed roofs. Old
steading is now demolished and power permanently re-routed underground. Water however
is a different matter. New water tank wobbles on few pallets under a bit of
remaining roof and all water pipes are laid bare on the ground. All naturally
waiting for the new shed to house them all plus some (a lot) of insulation.
We have had snow since 20th December. On cold
nights water freezes despite my carefully timed dishwasher / two washing
machine combination that is designed to keep the water flowing all through the
night. Usually it is just the pipe over ground that I easily defrosted in
kitchen in couple of hours but once or twice we have now lost the borehole pump
too. To be honest there is no casual once or twice about it - first time we were heading towards Christmas
eve, nine people on the premises, when mother nature gave us a surprise
afternoon thaw. Second time was two days ago, it was -18°C.
I do not like the fact we cannot wash, but I ignore it. I
despise washing dishes in a bucketful of water and drying them by hand, but I
suppose that will build my character. I really, really hate carrying water for
the toilets from the burn. Not so much the steep climb down and up the banking
but hauling the full buckets over the frozen gate. That is a real killer.
Every time I have made Hisself leave the premises for light
commercial entertainment (read sales) things have gone from bad to worse. First
time No1 one son went down with sickness
and diarrhoea, spending the time in the bathroom, leaving water pipes in the
kitchen and livestock fending for themselves.
Second time he returned to the mystery of self emptying
header tank. Leak was suspected but No2 daughter refused to investigate.
Apparently she did not know what a leak looked like, and anyway it was too cold
to go out in her flip-flops. She had a hard two days shopping in Edinburgh where her fancy
shoes ate holes into her heels, hence the need for footwear that was not
touching the healing skin. Nevertheless a leak was finally found in the pipes
leading to cattle shed, which naturally cannot be replaced before the snow goes
Yesterday Hisself returned to a road blocked by a feeder
trailer still attached to the forklift. Freezing red diesel was diagnosed. No3
son had never seen any before and was not quite sure what to do. As long as he
does not do what his father says we will be fine. At one point the forklift
needed a jump start and in his big hurry Hisself parked the tractor to a rather
unfortunate angle on a slope where it gently slid through the (naturally brand
new) fence. The neighbours had a good laugh and sons learned a lot, or so I
I think it will be June before this has disappeared from Hisself’s
memory and I can get him to leave the farm again. Which is a great pity, as he
is the ideal male to go to shopping with. Hisself makes all the correct noises
when I ask his opinion but has the wonderful ability to wander away with No5
for some quality father/daughter time when I want few minutes to concentrate on
what is on offer and what we need. As long as he gets plenty of tea he never
rushes me home till everything is done. Maybe he is getting grief on the farm
front but it is top points from me!