7 December 2019
On Friday, 6 December, the weather was deemed dry enough for the workforce to do more on the track. In this case, the workforce was one young Albanian and a rake. Several truckloads of sand and gravel mix were dumped in heaps and he spread them out into the ruts and gulleys of dried mud.
On Friday, 6 December, the weather was deemed dry enough for the workforce to do more on the track. In this case, the workforce was one young Albanian and a rake. Several truckloads of sand and gravel mix were dumped in heaps and he spread them out into the ruts and gulleys of dried mud.
A bit soft, but seems alright
Not sure why this bit has been left?
Aw, the stinkhorn has died - but long live the new stinkhorn!
This is the run up from the road below. On the left is the gulley, where several truck loads of rocks had to be dropped to stabilise the road on that side. Seems okay now?
I'm a little tentative, but Dave has waited a long time for the car to get to its charger. Over a year! So the next day I agree we should make the attempt.
About half way up the car bogged down in the claggy sand/gravel, so we reversed a bit, and with a run-up we made a few more metres before bogging down again. It took eight or nine run-ups before the concreted bit was in sight, with the last, un-gravelled, super-claggy bit doing its best to snatch defeat from victory ...
... but Lucky the Leaf pulled out all the stops and slithered onto the concrete and then we were there: Hurrah! Hurrah!
Of course, it wasn't all plain
sailing even then. We had forgotten which switches on the fuse box
turned on the charger, but eventually that was sorted. Then the charger
wouldn't fit in the car until a sticky-out bit that shouldn't have been
sticking out was fixed. This entailed a lot of Dave walking up and
down the slope between the fuse box in the house - turning power on and
off - and the car to see if something had worked, but eventually the
swearing stopped and the charger was charging!
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