A day in the garden

I’ve spent what feels like ages, working in the garden that’s been hotter than the sun today.

And it doesn’t look any different. Maybe I should have taken a drone picture of the newly re-felted shed roof. But I don’t have one of those.

A drone, that is.

CMAT

I didn’t get a Glastonbury ticket this year (or last), but I’m currently watching the only act I’d have really, really wanted to see there this year. On catch-up, since I was at work tonight.

Excuse the TV picture. This lass is going places. Knew it the first time I heard her three years ago.

JD McPherson

Went to see Mr McPherson in Sunderland the other day. Unbelievable. It’s eight years since his last UK tour, so we’re looking forward to 2033.

Oh, the Fire Station is an amazing venue. The beer’s a bit shit, but better than the bug guys.

Dubfest

Pretty much on impulse, we went to Dubfest at the weekend. The last time we went, a couple of years ago, we couldn’t help but notice that there was an absence of vintage vans. It was much the same this year.

It was still a great break though.

Minor changes

We made some small changes in the bar the other day. It was a lot of work though, meaning we had to close for the day.

We’ve had some decent feedback over the last couple of days, so it was worth the effort.

Kip Moore

Kip Moore (and the band) was pretty good last night. We saw him play at a packed Sage/Glasshouse last time, but last night at the City Hall was nowhere near capacity. It was still a great gig though, with a really nice atmosphere.

Shed stove

After its purchase several years ago, the shed stove sat gathering rust, waiting to be fitted.

Meanwhile, rainwater had been getting into the shed, down the chimney (it’s at an angle). This resulted in having to replace an angle bend because water had been sitting, rotting the section of pipe.

It’s a bit of a mess, but the stove’s finally fitted.

I swear this shed will never be finished.

Garden

I’ve spent a nice afternoon in the garden, painting and tidying up.

In the three years of the bar, with a couple of years beforehand at the Schooner, I’d not spent much time in what is actually a great little garden.

The next job, delayed from a time when I had a proper job, will be to fit a stove in the old shed at the top of the garden.

At the rate I’m going, I should get round to that next year.

The Mint

I’ve mentioned this years ago, even gave a copy of the book away to a bloke on holiday once.

Get hold of a copy, read it. See how brutal and unfair life was in the early days of what was to become the RAF.

Written by an ordinary serviceman. Who wasn’t ordinary at all. He wasn’t T E Lawrence when he wrote the book.