That British spirit
Written by John MacphersonIts 6am and a storm is rampaging around the hillside as I type this. It’s the first of the severe winter gales, lightning is rollocking across the Firth and a children’s very large trampoline has just sailed by heading east (these are westerly gales). I’m tempted to dash out and tie it to a fence but given the gusts we’re having I suspect it will simply pull the fence down, and anyway I have bits of our own stuff to secure.
When I looked out I noticed a sheet of the plastic ‘glass’ from our cheap greenhouse has escaped and was wedged in a tree, and the whole door had gone off somewhere. I’ve ventured out picking up various bits and sticking them back in to prevent any more damage – once the wind gets an ‘in’ to these flimsy structures it just blows them apart. (I found the door by the light of the headtorch, it was trying to escape into a neighbour’s garden. The grass is obviously greener over there.)
So, to put this all into perspective as my fingers warm up again, how about thinking about holidays…….
Destination? Arctic Circle.
What kit is needed: cheap tent, fluffy down sleeping bag (RAB of course), and a Honda C90.
Oh yes, just to make it interesting it’ll be done in the winter.
That modest Union Jack is a nice touch too.
Wrap your fingers round a cup of tea whilst you watch this………