Something In The Air

Rain mostly, and quite a bit of it too.

Summer turned to Autumn, the sunshine turned to rain and my head turned to jelly as I spent four hours on Sunday hunkered over a tin of yacht varnish. And very nice stuff it was too. So that's one more weekend working pretty much every available hour of daylight and packing up in the dark. And it looks like it's the last one now. Sure, there's still a few bits and pieces to finish, a couple more coats of varnish, the odd patch of paint, a line of scilicone and a smearing of filler here and there but we're pretty much done.

The air is turning, the sun dropping lower. The trees are beginning to turn brown and there's a flutter of migrational energy in some of the bird life - the geese are practicing their formation low flying again, skimming the roof tops in a glorious cacophony of death-metal honking. It's not yet cold but the heat is slowly draining from the days. Sure we have some beautiful golden sunshine ahead but the land is taking it's slow path into winter and it's time to start reaping in the efforts of the year passed. For me, I guess that means hopefully having a dry winter, keeping the covers off maybe for once, and laying back in my beautiful home. For the next few months, bar the odd weekend, I can turn my attentions to a little p&d inside and maybe a touch of entertaining before the fire comes on and we all do the bear thing until March. So I guess it seems appropriate that I laid my last major brush stroke down on the first day of the season.

I guess it's been nigh on two months of pretty solid work outside now. 7 cans of paint, 1 (so far) of varnish, 4 tubes of sealant, 3 tubs of filler, enough sandpaper to line the walls of a decent sized room, blood, sweat and perhaps the occasional tear.

I do still need to get some more timber though...