Hi,
There's no let up here with work. I've been attacking the huge stump/root ball seen in post #1. I never seem to have a full day to myself; over the last couple of days I've only managed short afternoon sessions up the mountain but this morning I'd had enough. Just after 9 o'clock I was up the mountain in the freezing conditions all the cars were white over with frost but I no longer cared; I wrapped up wearing my big heavy site coat and started to carry all the tools up there including running out the 40m extension lead.
I'd already destroyed the chainsaw chain and the chainsaw developed a tinny rattle also one of the rubber handle securing bushes sheared so the saw is now in bits on the bench; the rattle was elusive to locate but with the saw in bits it was a detached baffle plate within the silencer. I now took up 5' long wrecking bar; spade; cold chisels; lump hammer; sledge hammer; short wrecking bar; hand trowel and sabre saw with lots of wood cutting blades.
The root ball is embedded with many stones and even an half brick; the stones small and large packed tightly in with compacted soil; I was on a mission and this time nothing was going to stop me. I had checked the forecast yesterday for today and with 5% rain I though I was OK; no sooner had I run the cable out it started to rain so I wrapped the extension sockets in a plastic bin bag; I didn't even care if it snowed I was on the job. With the soil turning to mud at least the frost let go although it still felt bitterly cold I got stuck in.
Bang on midday job done; I couldn't separate the main root ball so I nervously rolled it down the garden where by now everything was slippery; I'd driven in four cold chisels to full depth using the sledge hammer; they are still embedded this root ball won't give up easily but at least it's all now down the garden near the hut awaiting a further attack from me when the weather is more amenable; it's raining and a black hole so everything is normal; I removed my waterproof leggings and swapped my wellies for shoes at the hut after I'd dumped all the wet kit into the hut; I hate treating my kit like this but nothing is easy living here and by now I was totally worn out. I forgot to take the camera up with me and there was no way I wanted to traipse all the way back down creating a mud trail to collect it.
3 hours of hard graft with just a short break for a quick mug of welcome tea; I still wonder what being retired is meant to be; 20 years into full retirement and still no let up; I still dream of freedom in the workshop but I can dream on; the root ball is still laughing at me needing breaking up because no way could I ever lift it to load it into the car; the chainsaw needs work and on top of this lot other more pressing jobs keep tormenting me; I'm still smiling and I'm keeping fit and active so I'm not complaining.
Kind regards, Colin.
There's no let up here with work. I've been attacking the huge stump/root ball seen in post #1. I never seem to have a full day to myself; over the last couple of days I've only managed short afternoon sessions up the mountain but this morning I'd had enough. Just after 9 o'clock I was up the mountain in the freezing conditions all the cars were white over with frost but I no longer cared; I wrapped up wearing my big heavy site coat and started to carry all the tools up there including running out the 40m extension lead.
I'd already destroyed the chainsaw chain and the chainsaw developed a tinny rattle also one of the rubber handle securing bushes sheared so the saw is now in bits on the bench; the rattle was elusive to locate but with the saw in bits it was a detached baffle plate within the silencer. I now took up 5' long wrecking bar; spade; cold chisels; lump hammer; sledge hammer; short wrecking bar; hand trowel and sabre saw with lots of wood cutting blades.
The root ball is embedded with many stones and even an half brick; the stones small and large packed tightly in with compacted soil; I was on a mission and this time nothing was going to stop me. I had checked the forecast yesterday for today and with 5% rain I though I was OK; no sooner had I run the cable out it started to rain so I wrapped the extension sockets in a plastic bin bag; I didn't even care if it snowed I was on the job. With the soil turning to mud at least the frost let go although it still felt bitterly cold I got stuck in.
Bang on midday job done; I couldn't separate the main root ball so I nervously rolled it down the garden where by now everything was slippery; I'd driven in four cold chisels to full depth using the sledge hammer; they are still embedded this root ball won't give up easily but at least it's all now down the garden near the hut awaiting a further attack from me when the weather is more amenable; it's raining and a black hole so everything is normal; I removed my waterproof leggings and swapped my wellies for shoes at the hut after I'd dumped all the wet kit into the hut; I hate treating my kit like this but nothing is easy living here and by now I was totally worn out. I forgot to take the camera up with me and there was no way I wanted to traipse all the way back down creating a mud trail to collect it.
3 hours of hard graft with just a short break for a quick mug of welcome tea; I still wonder what being retired is meant to be; 20 years into full retirement and still no let up; I still dream of freedom in the workshop but I can dream on; the root ball is still laughing at me needing breaking up because no way could I ever lift it to load it into the car; the chainsaw needs work and on top of this lot other more pressing jobs keep tormenting me; I'm still smiling and I'm keeping fit and active so I'm not complaining.
Kind regards, Colin.