Out with the Old

16 December 2019

We have been taking Sundays off and going for a walk either through the olive groves, or down to the sea in Nidri, taking in a coffee at Elite en route.

We did this on the 15th, and bumped into Shrimpy, someone we haven't seen for some time, and I thought to mention our old generator, the big one that has been badly chewed by rats, and which put Dave's shoulder out every time he tried to pull start it.  Anyway, it turned out Shrimpy really needed a generator, and being a mechanic, was quite happy to take on ours with all its troubles.  We are just happy for it to go to a good home, and to clear some of the space we now need for the car.

 The area behind Dave at work with the wood chipper has two generator boxes.  The nearer one is a re-purposed triangle chicken hut.  Just behind it is the big, brown generator box, with the old diesel monster and lots of rat droppings in it.  

 On one of our walks - we discover that bigfoot is alive and well and living in Nidri!

 After Shrimpy appears and removes the big generator, we move the smaller one into the big box, and move the chicken hut away - either to reuse if we introduce chicks, or to dismantle and burn.

 The cleared area - pipes and wires buried in a trench.  Lots more room for the car and a lot tidier.

 Our gates have arrived, but they were measured badly, and one side doesn't swing open, so they are propped up against the fence waiting for someone to fix them.

 Meanwhile, our land gapes open at the mercy of passing sheep.  

Not that much is growing, but they might eat our turnip-babies.

 The house wall after thorough wire brushing - looks very smart.

 Dave's updated one-way cat-flap.  We have been plagued by a random black cat that comes in at night, clears the cat bowls, sprays the territory, and sleeps on our sofa.  It had to stop.  So Dave improved the one-wayness of the cat-flap, making it now impossible for a large cat to lift the flap from outside.  Our cats can get out through it, so they aren't stuck indoors with no litter tray. 

It turns out that the little black female is dextrous enough to get back in on her own too, which is a relief, because she's very nervous and likes her comforts.

 Stone flags cover the pipe trench to the rain barrels

Dave and I start on the fence to screen the barrels from the kitchen window, and provide a tool store.