Monday, 21 July 2025

The next project?

I had a few minutes spare before Monday morning's main event, so I headed out to the shed and re-fitted the shelves in the shed. They are now in a much more sensible location and I get the feeling that 30% is itching to get the rest of the shed tidied and reorganised.

Next on the to-do list was a trip over to Littleton Auctions to pick up an impulse buy from Saturday's auction.  I had been browsing the lots last week and a three African hunting spears had caught my eye. I do have a penchant for spears. Don't ask me why, as I can't explain it. I just have a thing for spears*.

Our commission bid had been successful, so we headed over to Littleton to pick up our spears. I was a little concerned, as these had been purchased without viewing them. For all we knew they could be broken or dreadful reproductions. As it happens they are quite splendid and I now need to think of a way to display them at home.

We next headed over to The Valley in Evesham, as 30% needed to return a purchase. Then we headed home via Alcester, as I needed to pick up some wood filler from the fabulous little hardware store at the bottom of the High Street.

In the afternoon 30% grabbed my shop vacuum and made a start on the decades of cobwebs and dust in the shed. I filled the holes on the work surface of the potting bench and, as soon as it had set, got it sanded and applied a coat of finishing oil to the top and sides.

I then retrieved my workshop vacuum and spent a very noisy half hour sucking up the dust and shavings from the workshop ... It now looks reasonably tidy, and ready for the next project.**

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* I have an Assegai that leans against the wall in the hall, and many years ago I purchased five spear heads from the same action house.  I mounted these in a box frame and I really must get around to hanging it, as it looks quite splendid.

** That is likely to be some tiered plant stands for the "posh" greenhouse

Sunday, 20 July 2025

The Perfect Spot

 Having finished the potting bench, I now need to find somewhere to put it!

Actually I had had the perfect spot in mind for quite some time. The problem was that the perfect spot was filled with garden shed junk and detritus.

Hence, today's first job was to empty the front half of the shed.* The contents were unceremoniously dumped in the car port, giving me enough space to work.  I then attended to the perfect spot

We moved in back in 2021, and I hurriedly threw up some shelves in the perfect spot, just to avoid dumping stuff on the floor.** These shelves now needed to be taken down and relocated much higher on the wall.

This was not straightforward, as I needed to insert a section of timber studding to support the shelving brackets.

By the end of the day I had inserted the aforementioned studding, and relocated the shelving brackets.

30% is very pleased with her new potting bench and is keen to start using it. She even offered to get my workshop vacuum out and hoover up the mess in the shed.

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* We call it the shed, but it is actually a room in the large outbuilding that sits alongside of the cottage. The "shed" is the room that sits between the garage and the car port, and is so named because its contents are, most definitely, what one would keep in a garden shed ... mowers, the rotamatiser, forks and spades etc

** At that point the back half of the shed was filled to chest height with logs and kindling ... it was a bit of a state!

Saturday, 19 July 2025

Home Alone


I was home alone for most of Saturday, as 30% and The Cinema Club had headed in to Birmingham to see a stage production of Micheal Morpurgo's War Horse.

Most of my day was spent in the workshop and carport finishing off the potting bench. The main activity was to fix the back and sides to the bench. These will form a compost hopper, and, hopefully, stop compost falling on the floor.

I started with a scrappy sketch 
Added a few more details

... and finished with this

After finishing the bench* I headed down the lane with Wilson and Hobson. We had a pleasant enough walk, but the weather was warmer than I thought, and we were glad to get home for a drink.

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* When I say "finished", there is always something else to do! There are a few screw heads that need to be filled and a coat of protective oil wouldn't go amiss either.

Friday, 18 July 2025

Wilson's Bumper Book of Crimes - No 1 in an occasional series

Many years ago a similarly titled series of Journal entries addressed the misbehavings of Pippin,* our much beloved, and greatly missed, brown poodle bitch.

It now seems that I need a new series to cover the antics of Wilson.

As I was travelling to Hodnet today my phone rang.

It was 30% calling to advise that Wilson had managed to clear the four feet high gates at the entrance to the cottage, and then engaged in some rather "boisterous" play with Ronnie, a black Labrador retriever from just down the lane.

It looks like a new set of gates will be ordered, sooner rather than later!

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* Her alias was "Marauder"

 

Differing Tastes

Friday started early.

I was out of bed by six o'clock, and getting on with my usual morning routine. The chickens were let out of their coop, and I then emptied my fishing gear from 30%'s car.  It was then time for a quick cup of coffee before I got myself fed, and ready for the day.

The reason for being up early was that Bubbles had arranged a clay shooting session at the West Midlands Shooting Ground at Hodnet in Shropshire.

The plan was for seven of us to meet up at the grand around ten o'clock and then shoot 120 sporting clays, before lunching and heading home.

I have shot at this ground once previously, and found it challenging, but very enjoyable. On the last occasion I managed to score somewhere in the region of 50%. I shot a lot more frequently at that time and, frankly, thought I would be lucky to get anywhere near that level of competence today.

Bubbles picked me up around eight o'clock, and we were soon on our way. Bobyn and Ben were shooting too, so there were the four of us travelling together.

I'd like to say that it was a pleasant trip to the wilds of Shropshire, but Bubbs' musical tastes do not align with mine. A two hour car ride set to a backing track of really shitty dance music ... God, it was fucking awful!

As for the day, it was splendid. The weather stayed warm and fine and the company was great too. There was plenty of light hearted banter and I actually shot reasonably well.* My final score was 60/120, and I have no complaints considering that it is a National standard ground and, nowadays, I probably only shoot once a month.

The journey home was just as melodic, ** and I was glad that I managed to fall asleep for some of the drive.

Overall, I had a great day. It's just that I should have made my own way there.

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* for me

** If you actually listen to the rave music, it becomes apparent that it has all the sophistication of a child's nursery song, sung over a 130 BPM track, comprised of cheap synthesised noise

Thursday, 17 July 2025

Catching Up

It's been a few days since I last put virtual pen to paper, so here is a brief summary of what I've been up to.

Tuesday, 15th July 2025 

The morning started with an early walk down the lane with the dogs.

We had planned to walk early, as rain was forecast to come in later on in the morning ... the first decent rain in weeks.  We had also decided to take a trip over to Rowberry's Nursery, as we are hunting for something to fill a gap* in the border at the rear of the house.

Mummy Sheila accompanied us on our little outing and a wander around the nursery actually got extended to include a light lunch in the nursery restaurant. 

I should add that the rain arrived on cue, and it seemed that we actually got a decent amount for once.

The afternoon included a snooze on the sofa, and then I headed out to the carport and turned my collection of timber components in to the start of the potting bench frame. By the time I called it a day I had a self supporting frame ... I still need to make the frame cross members, but that can wait until tomorrow.

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* The gap isn't actually there yet, but it will be, oncen I summon the enthusiasm to dig out the Juniper that has outgrown its plot.

Wednesday, 16th July 2025

Most of Wednesday was spent in the carport working on the potting bench project.

I completed the frame and finally got to try out my new circular saw; cutting the 18mm plywood to form the bench work surface and lower shelf.

By the end of the day I had a fully functional bench and had spent a considerable amount of time pondering how I was going to construct a compost hopper. I needed to biscuit joint a couple of offcuts of ply together to form the back of the hopper, and I think I will need to use pocket screws to affix the hopper sides ... that can wait for a day or two.

In the evening I attended the last Tai Chi session* of this term. As always, I was surprised at how much I enjoy these sessions and I am definitely booked in for the new term in September.

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* I missed a couple of sessions while I was away in Germany, and then a couple more when Kung Po Fran headed off to the wilds of Telford to care for her sister, who was convalescing after a hip replacement.

Thursday, 17th July 2025

I had great intentions for today, but these rapidly petered out.

I had planned on completing the potting bench, but as soon as I wandered in to the workshop I realised that I needed to tidy up, before I continued with my project.

The clear-up took most of the morning. Lunch and a snooze followed, before I climbed in the car and headed over to Cleeve Prior to collect my freshly sharpened clipper blades ... Wilson had better watch out, I will get his rear feet tidied up!

In the evening I met up with Bubbles in Fladbury and we had another great evening fishing.

I started early with a small chub. I landed it within twenty minutes of my first cast, and then sat for the remainder of the evening with very few bites. Whilst I endured a "drought" Bubbles pulled in a couple of large chub and a half-decent bream. 

It is fair to say that I was somewhat envious, as my little 8" chublet wasn't impressive, by comparison. 

We had agreed to finish fishing at ten o'clock, and I was about to reel in my line, when I saw the tip of my rod bend. I struck and felt the weight of a fish on the line. I reeled in, and was rewarded with a fabulous chub; probably weighing in at a little over 4lbs ... Neither of us could believe my luck!

Monday, 14 July 2025

I do like a little project

The weather has finally cooled a little. It's still very pleasant, but it is now possible to set to a task without risk of heat stroke.

This morning I wandered out to the workshop and routed out the rebates on the potting bench legs. 

I then headed over to Alcester to complete a few errands.  Stop #1 was Screwfix, where I collected a new circular saw. I have never been totally satisfied with the cheap saw I have. The blade does not sit perpendicular to the base plate, so it will not produce a decent cut. I have used this potting bench project as an excuse to spoil myself and buy a decent Makita saw ... well, I hope it's decent!

Next I parked up in the town centre and got a few essentials from Superdrug and Specsavers, before heading home via the local Surgery, as a prescription needed to be collected.

After lunch I had a snooze, and then headed out to check on the bees.

All of the hives are doing well, and are slowly increasing in size. I saw the queens in Hives #1 and #2, but didn't spot the third queen. This is not a concern as all of the hives have brood and eggs present, a clear sign that I have laying queens.

I have noticed that wasps are attempting to gain access to the hives, so I have made the hive entrances smaller. This makes it easier for the bees to repel the wasp attacks.

I then wandered back out to the workshop to cut and pre-drill the frame rails for the bench. All being well, I should start to assemble it tomorrow.

Sunday, 13 July 2025

Potting Bench Project

It is going to be a very brief entry for Sunday, as will be seen.

30% headed out fairly early to meet up with a friend, for a morning of coffee and shopping at The Valley in Evesham.

I headed out to the workshop and finally made a start on 30%'s potting bench. 

I checked over a few lengths of 3" x 3", that had been kindly donated by Mummy Sheila. These were judged suitable for the legs of the bench, and the remainder of the day was spent carefully measuring, marking and cutting them.  By the end of the day I had four legs cut to length. Cuts had been made in each to mark the positions of the notches for the frame rails.

If all goes well, I'll break out one of my routers and create the notches tomorrow.

The only other activity was the watering of the tomato plants

Saturday, 12 July 2025

Heat stopped play

It is fair to say that Saturday was a case of "Heat stopped play".

I managed to plant out the last of my leeks.  This almost sounds like an achievement, but in reality it was eight plants at most. I now have a couple of rows, and just need to keep them moist over the next few days. Whilst on the subject of gardening, I have also decided that my possibly parsnips are actually definitely not parsnips, and is more likely a carefully tended patch of Fat Hen (Chenopodium album). It looks like further weeding will be needed as soon as it cools down,

In the afternoon I finally got my arse in to gear and drew up some crude plans for a potting bench. I bought the timber and plywood for this project back in March, and have finally found the motivation to finish the job.

The only other thing worthy of mention was that I gave 30% some assistance ,as she had decided that dogs all needed a bath. I am sure they appreciated the cooling effect of a bath, and we certainly appreciated their somewhat less doggy odour!

Friday, 11 July 2025

Toasty!

Today was forecast to be a very hot day.

I was up early and did as much as I could before the mercury started to rise. All of the doors and windows were opened to cool the house as much as possible. * Water butts were filled from the well and I ensured that the tomatoes and other veg crops were well watered. I then took my fishing gear out of the car and put it away in the store room ... I was far too lazy to do that last night.

It was then time to move on to motorcycling. I wheeled the Guzzi from the garage** and tucked her in the shade of the car port. I then settled in my favourite sunny spot,*** and gave my motorcycle boots a good clean and a coat of my home-made leather food.

All of the above were completed before 30% had risen.

More watering took place, before we tidied ourselves up and headed over to Alcester. I rode the Guzzi over to my local Motorcycle Dealer for its MOT.  30% picked me up in the car, and we then dropped in to see Dot 'n Dave.  We had a splendid couple of hours catching up on each others' news and sampling Dotty's freshly baked banana cake.

We headed home shortly before midday, lunched and then slept through the heat of the early afternoon.

30% took me back in to Alcester just before four o'clock to collect my bike. It had flown through the MOT.**** We also discussed my sickly CBR 600. It seems likely that it has suffered from modern fuel causing problems with the carburettors. It will need to be collected in their van, so I agreed to defer this until things calm down in the early Autumn.

So that just about sums up my efforts for Friday. As I listened to the evening news and learnt that the hottest temperature was recorded a few miles away in Astwood Bank; 34.7 ℃.

It's little wonder we've done very little.

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* With each heat wave we are getting better at keeping the house cool. First thing in the morning we open all of the windows and doors to let the early morning breeze blow through the house. As the temperature rises, we close the windows and curtains on the sunny side of the house. The house remains curtained all day, and it is only as the sunset draws near that we start to open curtains, windows and doors to let in the cooler evening air.

** This might not seem a particularly strenuous task, but I first needed to move the ride-on lawn mower, and then put it back afterwards. It is incredibly warm at the moment, and I'd rather do this in the cool of the early morning wearing shorts, than later in the day, dressed in motorcycling gear!

*** The little bench by the beech hedge that faces the veg patch and the orchard

**** One of the partners is a big Guzzi fan and he joked that he never failed a Guzzi ... At least, I think that he was joking?

Thursday, 10 July 2025

The hotter it is, the less I do

 It was far too hot for a dog walk this morning, so I headed out and tidied up the veg patch.

Cloches were stacked out of the way and tools were returned to the garden store.  My plan for today was to get my leeks planted out.

However, before I could start planting I needed to attend to the parched tomatoes in the greenhouse. For some strange reason 30% seems to think that four cans of water is sufficient for eighteen vigorous tomato plants. They actually need at least two or three litres each, which is more than double what she actually gives them. It is up to me to follow on and swamp them.

Watering and tidying consumed all of the morning, and I eventually set to planting the leeks in the early afternoon. I managed to get about thirty plants in the ground, but then sought shelter from the sun indoors ... I'll get the rest of them in when it cools a little!

I then had the now obligatory siesta, before gathering my fishing equipment.

This evening Bubbles and I had planned to fish on the Avon at Fladbury.

I arrived first and picked a nice peg in the dappled shade of a Willow tree. I had set up and just cast my bait in to the river, when Bubbles turned up.

We had a spending evening chatting and a little after eight o'clock I managed to reel in a beautiful chub that we estimated was at least 4lbs. Luck was obviously with us this evening as Bubbs also pulled in a couple of similar sized chub, although he graciously admitted that mine was the largest fish of the evening.

I think we'll definitely be fishing at Fladbury again next week.

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* I wasn't paying attention when I gathered my fishing tackle, and brought a carp rod rather than one for barbel. The carp rod is nowhere near as sensitive to bites, so I was pleased to catch such a lovely fish with a rod that was less than ideal for ledger fishing.


Wednesday, 9 July 2025

It's warming up

The latest heat wave has set in and the weather is already very warm. This is just the start and, apparently, it will be scorching before the weekend!

As a result we tend to do very little during the heat of the day. Long siestas in the afternoon have become de rigueur. They allow us to escape the heat of the day and, perhaps, catch up on our sleep, after sweltering nights that results in us waking ridiculously early in the morning. 

Today started with an early walk down the lane with the dogs.

I then had a relatively lazy day, choosing little jobs, in the shade wherever possible.

I got the tomatoes watered before the heat of the day set in and noticed that my beetroot have already started to sprout. I only planted them last Thursday, so they have done really well. I just hope they can endure the roasting they will get this week.

After sorting out the vegetable crops I headed out to the garage and checked that the Moto Guzzi would start. It hadn't been run since last year, so I needed to make sure it was ready to be ridden to its MOT test this coming Friday.

I then attended to a little job that 30% had. present to me a couple of days ago. She casually mentioned that she had a bird feeder that needed repairing. I initially thought it would be an easy job, until she handed over a weighty item constructed from slate. A vital component would no longer remain in place, resulting in a bird feeder that wouldn't hold bird food..

I was going to need to cut some replacement sections of slate and find a glue that would work with stone. I found an old roofing slate, and, luckily, remembered that Gorilla Glue is suitable for repairing stone and brick.

I then spent a happy hour sorting out the repair, but have to report that cutting slate with an angle grinder in hot weather was not a pleasant experience. I ended up very dusty and gritty.

After a shower I felt vaguely human, but my evening plans were going to result in getting hot and sweaty once more.  

When we fished last week I had asked Bubbles if he fancied a ride out on his bike. He had mention that there was a Bike Meet at the Aviator Cafe at Staverton Airport near Cheltenham, and he was keen to go. I grudgingly agreed.*

So this evening saw a ride through traffic choked roads to a sun drenched, shade free aerodrome on the outskirts of Cheltenham. To be fair, it was a reasonable event and we had a pleasant time wandering around and chatting, but it was very hot.

We left at a reasonable hour and I was allowed to select our route home.** I picked a lovely winding route that zigged and zagged through the villages to the East of the A46.

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* Biker's Meets are alright once in a while, but they are all very formulaic. You turn up. There are lots of other people who have also ridden their bike there. You wander around and peruse the various machines, then queue for an overpriced burger and a soft drink. It's OK once in a while, but some unimaginative individuals do this every week across the Summer! 

** Bubbles chose the route there and it was not good. An unimaginative run along the Cheltenham road from Evesham, via the traffic jammed outskirts of Tewkesbury, before eventually reaching Staverton.

Tuesday, 8 July 2025

A short ride out

I recently noticed that my little Heiniger mini trimmer was not performing well, when I attempted to trim the hair on Wilson's paws.

I am hoping that it is simply a case of blunt blades, so I reached out to a local chap, who sharpens scissors and clippers, and arranged to drop them off with him.

I used the need to deliver the blades as an excuse to have a ride on my bike, so the BMW was wheeled out of the garage. I had a splendid run over to Cleeve Prior via Wixford and Bidford, before returning via Badsey, Wickhamford and Evesham. 

The recent tour to Germany has greatly improved my relationship with the bike. The 1,550 miles ridden have done wonders for the clattery gearbox, and also for my level of familiarity with the machine. I am now much more confident on and off the saddle.*

My ride consumed most of the morning, and in the afternoon I headed out in to the garden.

The beans were given copious quantities of water, as we are moving in to another heat wave. We have had a couple of recent showers, but they have done little more than dampen down the dust.

I then finished off weeding and watering the probably parsnips, before retiring to the relative cool of the house.

Next on my list is to plant the leeks out.

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* Fully loaded the bike comes in at about 250 kg. At 5' 3" in my stocking feet, it is a bike bike to move around!

Monday, 7 July 2025

Perfect Outcomes

Today's most significant event was that both Whiffler and Wilson were booked in at the Vet's for, hopefully, minor operations. Wilson is to be castrated and Whiffler is to have a growth removed from his lower lip.

We dropped them off shortly after ten o'clock, and 30% attempted to conceal her nervousness by proffering lots of information and guidance, including offering her views on the order in which the dogs should have their respective procedures.  It was fairly obvious that the Veterinary Nurse dismissed that suggestion without a moment's consideration, and probably gave a sigh of relief, once I had ushered 30% out of the surgery.

A few errands in Astwood Bank and Redditch followed, before we headed home for lunch.

In the afternoon I set to bottling a couple of batches of honey. It has been selling really well, and I estimate that we have sold around seventeen or eighteen jars in the past fortnight.

Whilst the honey was slowly liquifying, I grabbed my beekeeping equipment and headed up to check the hives.

I started with Hive #1, which was requeened on Wednesday, 26th June. I worked my way, slowly, through the frames in the brood box and was soon rewarded with the sight of the new queen scurrying across the comb. I could see patches of young larvae, which indicate that she has been laying for five days, at least. Hopefully the hive will be back at full strength in the next few weeks.

Hives #2 and #3 were also doing well. Both queens were spotted and the quantities of brood are increasing nicely in both colonies. I walked away from the inspection delighted with how the colonies are performing. 

Failing queens have the potential to lead to colony loss, but I have managed to make the right decisions at the right time* and this has resulted in three queen right colonies.

After finishing with the bees, we headed up to the Vet's to collect the dogs. The operations had gone well and we drove our two mildly stoned mutts back home. They settled reasonably well, but we know, from experience, that it will take a day or two until they are back to their normal selves.

So that was it for Monday. The only other achievements were that the honey got bottled and my little Guzzi was booked in for an MOT test on Friday.** 

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* There is also a considerable helping of luck. We have had fabulous weather recently, and this has, no doubt, helped the virgin queens in Hives #2 and #2 when it came to successful mating flights.

** I also mentioned the possibility of getting my CBR 600 recommissioned to the Workshop owner... more on that at a later date.

Sunday, 6 July 2025

Possibly Parsnips?

This morning 30% and I headed out for a walk with the dogs. 

For the past couple of weeks we have tended to walk about a mile down the lane, and then turn around and come home. Today we diverted down the Bridle Path and had a splendid time enjoying the solitude of the empty landscape.

Our walk took most of the morning, and the afternoon saw me back out in the veg patch weeding. A few weeks ago I planted a row of parsnips. I'm embarrassed to say that, apart from watering them in the first couple of weeks, I have ignored them. 

The "row" is now overgrown with weeds, and, having never grown parsnips before, I don't really know whether I have parsnip plants or weeds.

I did a little research on the internet and got an idea of what to expect. It seems that I do have some parsnip plants, but my row is crooked, which further added to my dilemma about what to leave and what to pull up.

Anyway, I spent a good few hours out on the patch and I have almost completed weeding the "row".

The reason for the early finish was that we had invited Mummy Sheila over for supper. This evening's fare was a takeaway from China Twon ... as usual it was quite splendid.

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And, if I run short of news, I may recount the story about the Hedgehogs that like to climb sea stacks. 

Saturday, 5 July 2025

Shelsley Walsh Bike Bonanza 2025

One of my Christmas gifts from TP was a ticket to the "Bike Bonanza" at the Shelsley Walsh Hill Climb course, and today was the day.

I had arranged to meet TP at the event and was out of the house shortly after eight o'clock this morning.

At this point I should mention that I am far happier with the R1250R after the recent tour. The gearbox isn't perfect, but it is much less clunky, and, with over two thousand miles under my belt, I am more comfortable with the way the bike handles.

Shelsley Walsh is only about forty minutes from home and I was just taking off my jacket when I saw TP drive up to the entry gate on his new VFR800.

We had a pleasant day at the event. There wasn't a huge amount of bikes there, and very little in the way of trade stands. If anything, low key sums up the day. But the limited numbers of spectators meant that the pits weren't crowded and we had our pick of seating to view the runs up the hill.

The obligatory shit burger and ice cream were consumed, before we went our separate ways in the early afternoon. TP headed back to Cardiff, and I headed home for a snooze on the sofa.

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* At any motorcycling event it is the law that one must consume an overpriced burger of dubious quality.  Actually today's fare was reasonably tasty, but it was still pricy!

Friday, 4 July 2025

Nothing to see here

We had arranged for the boiler to be serviced this morning, and the engineer was on site at the appointed hour. We left him to check over the boiler and heating system, whilst we attempted to calm a rather vocal Wilson and Hobson.

The excitable dogs meant that we needed to stay indoors for most of the morning,* and, consequently, achieved very little.

The service was completed and everything was fine. I was advised that additional work** will be needed next year, simply because the boiler will then be five years old.

I had planned to continue weeding the veg patch in the afternoon, and got as far as tying up the tomato vines, before I had a hypoglycaemic event, and needed to hit the sofa for a surprisingly long time.

The title of today's entry sums the day up nicely ... nothing to see here.

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* Wilson is far too unpredictable to be let out when strangers are on the premises. Hopefully his temperament will be calmer, once his testosterone levels drop.

** Two seals will need to be replaced and an internal oil line will need to be replaced.

Thursday, 3 July 2025

Gone Fishing

 I finally summoned sufficient courage to venture in to the veg patch this morning.

The smaller of our raised beds has sat fallow since last Autumn, with a mulch of manure. This morning I dug in the mulch, and poured on a few cans of water to make sure that the soil was moist. 

In the afternoon I made five shallow drills in the bed and sowed a crop of beetroot (var: Boltardy). I grew this variety last year and was really pleased with the beets. They pickled really well and my beetroot relish was well received too.

I then set to clearing the weeds that had grown in the bare earth over the past few weeks. This wasn't too bad a job and by about half past three I estimate that I had cleared more than half of the veg patch. 

At the beginning of June I had planted a row of cabbage and cauliflower plants. Unfortunately I have to report that they have been decimated by Whitefly. Apparently the recent hot, dry weather provides the perfect conditions for this pest. The plants were beyond salvation and have been dug up and disposed of. I may see if I can get some better quality plants and try again, although I am concerned that the infestation will just reappear.

I aborted my weeding session in the late afternoon, as I had an evening of fishing planned.

Shortly after four o'clock I loaded up the car with my gear and headed over to a lovely stretch of the Avon at Barton.  I had just got my bait in the water when Bubbles arrived and we had a pleasant evening chatting and watching the wildlife.

I had several bites over the course of the evening and even had a smallish fish on the line, but the little devil slipped the hook before I could get it anywhere near the bank. Bubbles was less fortunate. He was using a commercial Red Robin pellet and was getting no interest at all. He decided to switch to the garlic marinaded luncheon meat that I was using, and finally started to get a few bites.

We packed up just before ten o'clock and headed home, having agreed that it had been a good evening, and only a fool expects to catch a fish every time.

Wednesday, 2 July 2025

Beeswax, part 2

 This morning we took an early walk down the lane with the dogs, before 30% disappeared for the day with the Cinema Club. 

The remainder of the morning was spent watering the tomatoes, and I even managed to trim Hobson's rear paws ... He seems to have very sensitive feet, and doesn't like warm clipper blades near his toes.

After lunch I decided to finish processing the beeswax that I produced yesterday.

The block of wax was cut in to chunks and melted in an old saucepan over a Bain Marie. Once melted it was poured in to moulds.* These had squares of old t-short material, held tight with rubber bands, over the top of them. The fabric acts as a filter to separate the crud from the liquid wax.**

The wax cools and solidifies quite quickly, and, by the end of the afternoon, I had 20 ounces of pure beeswax.

There is something quite other worldly about beeswax. It is difficult to explain. It has an amazing, but subtle aroma, and a feel that is almost silky under one's fingertips. It is a very tactile experience holding a block of beeswax.

Needless to say, I have a accumulated several pounds of the stuff over the years, and I really should think about doing more with it ... candles, perhaps?

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* In this case, old, washed margarine tubs

** The wax soaked filter material makes really good firelighters for later in the year.


Tuesday, 1 July 2025

Processing Beeswax

Why do I maintain The Journal?  I'm not certain that there is a single reason. 

It is a useful record of how, or when, I have completed certain projects. The recipe for a successful dish, or how I have overcome a particular problem with the bees, or a DIY project at home.

It is also a narrative of the second half of my life. What I have done. Who I have worked with, and for. Tales of holidays and events and even the mundane comings and goings of day-to-day life at home. There are even the occasional snapshots from my younger days, before The Journal was started.

I'm not sure that it has any value to anyone else. I sometime wonder whether TP will ever read it to, perhaps, get a better understanding of his father and his life? I am aware, from the blog statistics, that Journal entries are read by casual visitors,* and I can see which entries have been read. It is quite fun to re-read these entries. It is as though I am using these random visitations by unknown persons, to select and review certain days from my past.

Anyway, enough of that, on to today.

After extracting the honey crop back in May, I was left with a quality of sticky wax cappings.** These had been placed in a couple of feeders and placed on hives #1 and #2. In the intervening weeks the bees in those hives had scrupulously cleaned the honey from the cappings and stored it back in the hives.

This morning I finally got my arse in to gear and removed the feeders from the hives. After shooing away a few bees, I settled down to process the cappings. After cleaning by the bees, they look almost like a drift of coarse sawdust. They have a slight sticky texture due to honey remnants and the nature of the wax itself.

Stage one of this process is to melt down the cappings in boiling water. I use an old rice cooker, and I soon had a slightly aromatic brown liquid bubbling away in the cooker.  This was poured through an old sieve in to a plastic container and was left to cool for a few hours.

While the wax was cooling I attended to the feeders, which were slightly sticky and the bees had even started to build brace comb*** in them. I found that careful application of a hot air gun, on its lowest setting, would melt the wax and it could be cleaned off with a cloth. The plastic feeders were then put through the dishwasher and have come out beautifully clean.

I then returned to the wax and removed it from the plastic container. The underside of the wax is covered with a layer of black sludge comprised of pollen, and other debris from the hive. This is scraped away to leave a disk of beeswax. It still has impurities and will need to be melted and filtered again before it it suitable for making candles, leather cream or furniture polish ... but that can wait until tomorrow.

My only other achievement was that I grabbed my clippers and gave Wilson a lamb clip. I have to say that he was really very good, and I am very please with the result. I will point out that I have yet to clip his feet, so it does look like he is wearing Ugg boots!

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* I do wonder how they come across an anonymous little blog, that makes no attempt to appeal to the masses, and what they actually think of it when they get here?

** These have to be cut from the honey comb to enable the honey to be harvested

*** Brace comb is a term used to describe the clusters of wax cells that bees will construct in an attempt to fill large spaces; often between the frames and the floor and sides of the hive. In this case, in an attempt to fill the feeder.

Monday, 30 June 2025

Roasting!

Today was forecast to be the hottest day of the current heatwave, with temperatures expected to be in the low to mid 30's.

We were up early and shut the curtains on the side of the house that gets the sun.  The living room is naturally quite cool, and we hoped that keeping the room in shade, would make it a reasonably pleasant sanctuary in the heat of the day.

We then headed out to the garden and ensured that the young plants were watered. 

Having sorted the house and garden, we retreated indoors and looked for something to occupy our time away from the heat of the day. 30% headed upstairs for an extended period of tidying. I wandered in to the utility room and made a start on a long overdue task; descaling the coffee maker. 

This little job always takes much longer than expected and I was still faffing around with the filter as 30% declared it was time for lunch.

In the afternoon 30% headed out to enjoy the air-conditioned delights of the supermarket, while I pulled on my bee suit for this week's inspection of the hives.

I only inspected hives #2 and #3 today. Hive #1 had a new queen introduced on Wednesday, and I can see little point in opening up that hive until next Monday.* The inspected hives are doing well. Hive #2 is the stronger colony and has about five frames of capped brood. Hive #3 is smaller with three frames of capped brood, but I have no concerns about either of them.

The colony inspections probably took about forty minutes, but I was sweltering by the time I had finished. I retreated to the shade and relative cool of the house and took a siesta for the rest of the afternoon.

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* With a queen introduction it is a case of "they will, or they won't", i.e. the colony will either accept her or kill her. I left the colony queenless for a couple of days, before I introduced the new queen, which should make them more amenable to accepting her, but fundamentally, the matter is out of my hands. If the queen is accepted by the colony, she will take a few days or even weeks to settle in and start to lay. Hence, there is no rush to open up the hive.

Sunday, 29 June 2025

Days of rest

 This week my afternoons have featured very long siestas, combined with a tendency to do as little as possible.  Perhaps I came back from the European trip more exhausted than I thought?

So, it will come as no surprise that today was another lazy day.

We headed out down the lane with the dogs early, before the heat set in. We were out and back before nine o'clock, but it was still very warm by the time we returned home.

My morning was spent working on The Journal entry covering the bike trip, and the main points from another couple of days were noted down.

The afternoon included another huge sleep, before we got ourselves tidied up. This evening we joined Bubbles and Bobbyn for a curry at The Mother Huff Cap at Great Alne. 

This restaurant and bar specialises in Nepalese and Indian food and we had a rather good curry. I may seem a little churlish, but that was all I can say. It was a decent curry. For some reason I am no longer as enthused by a curry as I used to be, and now regard it as a spiced chicken or lamb stew, nothing more.

Don't get me wrong, I do like a curry, but I now find little to rave about. There are plenty of good Indian Restaurants in these parts that serve decent food but, but after forty odd years of eating their food, I find their menus are all pretty similar, and the same can be said for the eating experience.

Perhaps I need to try one of the Michelin starred Indian Restaurants?

Saturday, 28 June 2025

Another haircut

 Saturday turned out to be very similar to Friday.

The weather is very warm, but the skies are frequently overcast, and there is an annoying wind that deters me from gardening. Mind you, it is so dry out there, that we are doing little more than watering at present.

So, my preference is to stay indoors at the moment, and I needed something to justify this.

With the clippers still unboxed, from yesterday's grooming session, it was now Hobson's turn. The Grooming School have reported that he can be an utter pain to clip, but I found him to be quite well behaved. 

By lunchtime I had trimmed his coat back with a #5F blade and he was looking rather smart with a neat topknot and ears.  I should mention that he now looked quite tidy, provided that you didn't look at his feet.

After lunch I attempted to tidy up his feet, and that was the point when his cooperative nature dissipated. He obviously doesn't like the sensation of the clippers on his toes.

I also found that my Heiniger mini clipper just wouldn't work on the hair around his toes. It may be that the blade needs sharpening, so, for the moment, it looks like I will have to persevere with a full sized clipper and blade ... he isn't going to like that at all!

Friday, 27 June 2025

It's warming up

 A heatwave is expected over the next few days, with temperatures expected to peak in the low 30's on Monday.

Both 30% and I enjoy the warm weather, but it is no fun for the dogs. Both Whiffler and Hobson currently have quite long coats. It is, therefore, time for them to be clipped.

A couple of #5FC (6.3mm) blades* were ordered a couple of days ago, and were due to arrive today. In the meantime, I set to trimming Whiffler's topknot and ears. It seems that the students at the grooming school have opted to style Whiffler with a luxuriant topknot and ears.  These have developed tangles and knots over recent weeks and it is time for some serious pruning.

I spent this morning attending to his coiffure with anti-tangle spray, a comb and hairdressing scissors. After much faffing around, I am reasonably pleased with the result.  Although, I have to admit that, as long as the scissors are close at hand, there is always a tendency to just tidy up a minor imperfection.

Phil the postie arrived with perfect timing, and the #5 blades were unpacked and put to work.

Over the next couple of hours, Whiffler's coat was shorn right back. We took several breaks to allow him to rest, and for me to vacuum up the clippings.

At the end of the day, he looks quite respectable, and I just need to tidy up his rear feet to finish off the job.

As I mentioned yesterday, Whiffler is about to celebrate his eleventh birthday, and it is apparent that he now a senior citizen. The Grooming School have advised that he copes with grooming sessions well, but I have my suspicions that there is an element of self-interest involved.

He has a very calm nature and is, therefore, an ideal candidate for an inexperienced student. Today I noticed how quickly he became fatigued. It is definitely time he was retired and groomed at his own pace at home.

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* #7FC blades cut the coat to 3.1mm, which is probably a little short when we consider when they are next scheduled to be clipped.

Thursday, 26 June 2025

Peaked too early

As the title of today's Journal entry suggests, I most definitely peaked too early today.

I was out of the house by half past seven this morning for a check-up with the Ophthalmologist. Amazingly, I was seen, tested and exiting the clinic before my eight thirty appointment time. My IOP readings are good and, apparently, my readings and scans will be reviewed by a practitioner, and I'll be alerted if there are any concerns.

I was home by nine o'clock, and had time for a quick coffee before Whiffler and Wilson were bundled in to the car for an appointment at the Vet's.

We wanted to check on Wilson's vaccination status and Whiffler has developed a fleshy lump on his lower lip. 

Whiffler had a similar growth a couple of years ago, which was removed. We had had the growth tested, at that time, and it was found to be a malignant melanoma. We were obviously concerned that the melanoma had returned.

Our Vet checked out Wilson and his medical history and confirmed that he was up to date with his jabs. She also gave him a once over, as he is scheduled to be castrated on the 7th of July. With Wilson checked over, it was now Whiffler's turn.

Emma the Vet had a long look at the lump and then fetched Whiffler's paper records to check the date and diagnosis of the previous lump. She confirmed that it was likely to be a return of the melanoma, and recommended that we get it excised.

She added that he was in great shape for an eleven year old dog and that it had been two years since the previous growth had been removed. In that time he had not developed any other symptoms or growths. It was therefore her opinion that the operation was worthwhile. 

She commented that, if the growth returned in a similar timescale, he would be a very senior thirteen years old.

So, now both Whiffler and Wilson will be going under the knife on the seventh.

Back at home I had an enormous kip on the sofa, before hauling my lazy backside outside. I managed to get the water butts filled from the well,* but little else.

I did say that I peaked too early today.

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* I checked the level and it is currently about 12' below ground level. I replaced the well pump back in 2023, and, at that time, calculated that it is about 50' deep.

Wednesday, 25 June 2025

Back in the groove

Wilson is settling in nicely, and, day by day, we are becoming familiar with his personality. 

It is fair to say that he is a good boy, but can be a little possessive and temperamental. His temper usually manifests as the occasional growl or barking, but these are becoming fewer as time passes.  He is wary of TP, and it is possible that this is because he originally lived in a home with a young man with anger issues.

However, the relationship with TP is improving slowly, and each visit will, hopefully, reduce Wilson's anxiety.

We also have Wilson booked in for castration in a couple of weeks, which should help with curbing his  hormonal behaviour.

Now, the reason I started with a summary of Wilson's progress was because today I unboxed the clippers as I planned to trim the fur on his face. This is another of those canine care activities that could go horribly wrong! 30% has been brushing him regularly and he seems to be quite happy with grooming, but, as they say, "the proof of the pudding is in the eating".

I put a #10 blade in the clippers and sat Wilson down. I have to say that he was an absolute angel to clip, and didn't even wriggle as I ran the blades over the sensitive end of his nose and over his eyes. 

That is another significant milestone passed in his integration in to our little pack.*

Phil the postie turned up shortly before lunch and carefully handed over a small package marked Live Animals in Transit. He is familiar with the honey bee requeening process, as he has delivered a few in previous years, and is interested in how the hives are doing.

I carefully opened the package and checked that the queen was alright. She is not particularly large, and I can only hope that her size will increase as she settles in to the hive and starts to lay.** I placed a drop of water on the queen cage*** and put it in a cool dark place until I was ready to introduce her to her new home.

The introduction took place in the early afternoon, and all I can do now is wait a week and hope that the requeening is successful.

The rest of the afternoon was spent thinning my carrots. I really must remember to dilute the seed more when I next sow a crop, as I pulled hundreds of mini carrots from the raised bed to make space for my crop.

So, here ends Wednesday's Journal entry. I'm definitely back home and back in the groove.

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* Mind you, I haven't clipped his feet yet!

** The massive assumption here is that the colony accepts her, rather than deciding that she is an intruder, and killing her!

*** I had no idea how long she had been in transit, so wanted to ensure that she, and her attendant workers, were hydrated.

Tuesday, 24 June 2025

Now I need to crack on with the garden

 It was important that I found time to inspect the hives yesterday, as they really should be looked at every seven or eight days from late March through to September. Fortunately the colonies had showed no sign of swarming nor starvation, and no other problems had arisen whilst I was away.

With the bees taken care of, I had nothing that I must do today, and I found time to take stock of the garden.

In my regular calls to 30%, she had indicated that the weather had been very hot, with not a drop of rain.  I could see that she had not been exaggerating. I was shocked to see parched areas and virtually no sign of growth on the lawns ... there was no way they would need mowing until after this dry spell breaks.

I decide to settle back in to garden mode gently and spent some time this morning removing the side shoots from the tomatoes and tying the vines up to their supports. I also took a quick look at my carrot seedlings and added "thin carrots" to my virtual to-do list.*

That was pretty much all I achieved today, other than a monumental kip in the afternoon ... the bike tour was obviously more tiring than I thought!

There was one other episode from today that I felt was worth mentioning. 

A few weeks ago 30% commented that she had found some droppings up in the orchard that were significantly larger than one would expect from the occasional Muntjac visitor.  We have a trail camera, and, a couple of weeks ago, I set this up overlooking one of the larger gaps in the hedgerow to the adjacent fields.

This morning I removed the camera and sifted through the video clips. I can report that we can add Fallow Deer to the list of orchard visitors, as we had a couple of clips clearly showing this large deer with their unmistakeable dappled coat. There were also rabbits, muntjac and several appearances by a fox.**

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* That list also has "investigate parsnips" to see if I can find anything worth saving amongst the weeds!

** The little sod is even coming in daylight, which means 30%'s plan to release the chickens will have to be put on hold.

Monday, 23 June 2025

I'm back

 I made it back from the Black Forest tour yesterday afternoon.

Once I have had time to collect my thoughts, I'll summarise where we went, what we did and how I just about managed to avoid telling one of the group that he was an overbearing know-it-all prick!

But, for now, I'll just run over my first day back at home. It relates, mostly, to bees and honey.

TP stopped over last night and asked for a couple of jars of honey to take back to Cardiff. 30% had reported that honey had been selling well over the past ten days. In other words; supplies were low. So first job of the day was to get a batch of honey warmed, bottled and labelled.

While it slowly liquified in a hot water bath, TP and I took the dogs for a walk down the lane. On our return I got the first batch bottled, and set another batch to liquify.

We all lunched together and TP headed off home shortly after.

I then needed a restorative nap, before I donned my bee suit and headed up to the hives.

I started with Hive #3, and was delighted to report that the queen has finally started to lay. I could see plenty of larvae and two frames of capped worker brood. I added a queen excluder and a super to the hive and hope that the colony will increase significantly over the next few weeks.

Hive #2 was next on my list. It, too, is doing really well. There are several frames of brood and I caught sight of the queen as she wandered across the frames. The colony temperament is not too bad. They were prone to get a little stroppy, but soon calmed with a couple of puffs from the smoker.  I'll keep any eye on them and see if they settle over time.

I finally got to Hive #3, and it was exactly as expected. The little brood present was predominantly drone brood, and this is definitely indicative of a failing queen. I located her quite easily and euthanised her. I then promptly hit the internet and got a new queen ordered ... she should be here in the next couple of days.

So that's it for my first day back. It's lovely to be home, in the company of 30% and the dogs.  I've had an interesting break and will, eventually, get around to jotting down my traveller's tales.

Sunday, 22 June 2025

2025 Motorcycle Tour to The Black Forest

 Friday, 13th June

Home to Folkestone - 186 miles, 3h 52 mins

The original plan for today was to travel down to Folkestone with TP's friend, Charlie. Charlie had advised that he wouldn't be able to leave work until mid afternoon. This meant that we would hit the M25 during Friday evening rush hour. He also wanted to go across the Cotswolds rather than take the M40, which would further prolong what was going to be a lengthy trip anyway ... I should have taken note of this, as his predilection for poor planning became apparent during the following days.

Fortunately he managed to get out of work early, and I managed to persuade him that we would make better time if we stuck to the motorways. We left home shortly after one o'clock and arrived at the Travelodge in Folkestone about four hours later.

The traffic on the M25 was predictably heavy and some aggressive filtering was needed to get through the congested sections around Heathrow and the M3 junctions. 

TP had already arrived in Folkestone, and was working his way down a beer as we pulled up in the carpark. We checked in, and had a relaxing evening, before hitting the sack early, in preparation for the Channel crossing tomorrow.

At this point I should mention that my back had stood up to four hours in the saddle rather well. I was cautiously optimistic that I could manage ten days of riding ... provided I took precautionary painkillers each day.

Saturday, 14th June

Folkestone to Liege - 199 miles, 5h 3 mins

It was a short run from the hotel to the Channel Tunnel terminal, where we met up with TP's cousin, Rob. It was then a matter of checking in and waiting in a holding area before being called to board.

One comment on the boarding process, is that it is a bit of a faff on a motorcycle. There is a need to stop and remove your gloves to check in and then you are given a boarding pass that is supposed to be displayed. We noted that more seasoned travellers had come prepared with a clothes peg to fix them to the screen of their bike.

British and French passport control booths are separated by a 50 meter stretch.  One needs to stop, remove gloves, locate and hand over one's passport and then remove one's helmet for identification verification purposes. It was then necessary to reclothe, drive a short distance and do the same all over again.

While negotiating passport control I forgot the width of my bike's panniers and managed to scrape the right one as I left the UK booth. I also managed to get separated from TP, Charlie and Rob, and ended up completing the crossing solo on a completely different train.

The tunnel crossing was uneventful. After descending a very steep ramp, the motorcycles were directed on to the train. We parked up, and left our bikes on their side stands, before dismounting and relaxing for the 35 minute journey. The vehicle carriages are not brightly lit, and have a distinct aroma of rubber and vehicle exhausts. It was vaguely reminiscent of a suburban bus station late at night.

After arriving in France it was a case of following the exit signs towards the motorway. Fortunately there was a service station immediately outside the French terminal and I waited there for the chaps to arrive about twenty minutes later.

It was then a long motorway slog towards Liege. The French and Belgian countryside was flat and mostly agricultural. Much of this area was heavily impacted during the Second World War, and rebuilt during the 50's and 60's. The flatness and similarly aged buildings and infrastructure gave me the sense that I was riding across a huge model railway ... even down to the small herds of cows in little fenced fields.

Our first night abroad was spent in the Yust Hostel. The heat of the day brought on a terrific thunderstorm this evening and we watched the storm from the rooftop bar of the hotel. It is fair to say we were relieved that we weren't riding in such torrential rain.

It had been another long day and we were all glad of a comfortable bed that night

Sunday, 15th June

Liege to Heidelberg - 222 miles, 4h approx

It was another long day in the saddle as we headed towards the Black Forest. The riding times I have indicated are approximate and do not take account of the breaks that are needed to rest aching shoulders and sore backsides.

As we left Liege the landscape and roads started to change and we were rewarded with the sight of rolling, forested hills. The roads were high quality with very little traffic.  They featured fast sweeping bends and we crossed high bridges over verdant valleys. It was a welcome change after the motorways of the preceding couple of days.

We actually spent much of the day riding; eventually arriving and checking in to the Meininger Hotel on Carl Benz Strasse in Heidelberg.

We took a tram in to the city centre for our evening meal, and dined at a fairly anonymous Euro Restaurant.  I think I had a gourmet burger. I am rapidly coming to the conclusion that there is some damned good food on the continent, but their beef is quite average, neither good, nor bad, just average.

Monday, 16th June

Odenwald, Heidelberg - 95 miles, 4h approx

Our plans* included a two night stay in Heidelberg, and this meant that we could enjoy a day riding without being encumbered with our luggage.  

Today we headed up in to the Odenwald. This is a region of low mountains to the North West of Heidelberg and we had a quite splendid day riding lovely twisty roads through forests and mountains.

By this point the structure of our days had become established. We would leave the hotel or hostel relatively early and fill up with fuel. We would then ride for about an hour, before hunting down a bakery or patisserie for a breakfast pastry and a coffee.

A further hour, or two, of riding would follow, and another break would be taken to rest aching bums and have some lunch.  In the afternoons we rode until we decided that we had had enough for the day.

Now back to the circuit of the Odenwald.  As we headed back in to Heidelberg late in the afternoon, Rob and I became separated from TP and Charlie.  Charlie was becoming quite overbearing and had insisted that Google Maps would be ideal for navigating the final leg of today's ride. After becoming separated, Rob and I found that it, most definitely, was not!

The bloody software was trying to take us out of Heidelberg to a previous way point, rather than back towards our hotel.  We pulled up, and this is a convenient point in my narrative to mention the weather. It was abso-fucking-lutely sweltering. The temperature was in the mid to high twenties,** and helmets, gloves and riding gear meant that we were dripping!

Now back to the narrative, Rob and I pulled in to the side of the road by the river within sight of the castle. After a few minutes with my phone and BMW satellite navigation software, we soon had a route planned back to the hotel. 

This was the first time that I had used the BMW navigation functionality "in anger" and it performed faultlessly. The phone and bike screens work in tandem providing a map view and turn by turn instructions. My helmet intercom also provides audio instructions.

Rob stuck to my tail light like glue and we were soon able to see the familiar sight of the hotel looming in front of us. It wasn't long before we were able to park our bikes, shed our riding gear and sink a very refreshing beer.

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* When I say "our" plans, it was rapidly becoming apparent that I actually mean "Charlie's" plans.  As the days passed it became clear that we were doing exactly what Charlie wanted.  He would ask for the group's views, but the final decision always seemed to be what Charlie proposed in the first place.

** ℃

Tuesday, 17th June

Heidelberg to Baden Baden - 50 miles, approx

Today we left Heidelberg behind and headed down the Rhine valley towards the spa town of Baden Baden.  We elected to take a twisty route and ended up riding through the back streets of, seemingly conjoined, villages and towns that were scattered along the bank of the river.

In the hot weather it wasn't fun and a decision to use faster roads didn't seem to make much difference.

We stopped short of Baden Baden in a town called Rastatt and spent an interesting hour taking a tour of the Schloss Rastatt; a baroque palace built between 1700 and 1707. 

After that bit of culture, we lunched nearby at a pleasant pavement eatery, before travelling the final few miles to The Tribe hotel in Baden Baden.

Rob (the bastard!) called shotgun to share a room with TP, which meant that I was bunked with Charlie. Now Charlie has sleep apnoea, which meant that I would need to wear ear plugs to stand a chance of getting a decent nights sleep. He is also of Hagrid like proportions and can easily fill any room! I was also becoming less enamoured with his company, as his overbearing know-it-all nature began to grate. It seems that he had holidayed in Germany with his parents as a child, and was, therefore, an expert on all things Germanic!

Wednesday, 18th June

The B500 - 180 miles (min), 5h 57 mins

We were scheduled to stay in Baden Baden for two nights, so, today, we were able to remove our motorcycle luggage and explore the twists and turns of the B500, without bulky panniers.  The UK motorcycle press has extolled the virtues of this fantastic road, and our plan was to see just how good it was.

It is fair to say that it is a beautiful road, well surfaced, with very little traffic, that took us through beautiful Black Forest scenery. The road really did have it all; mile long tunnels, hairpin bends, exquisite views and, without doubt, the most complicated corners I have ever encountered. Some of them were blind 180° turns that seemed to go on forever! 

It was apparent that either the R1250R, or me, was off the pace,* when compared to the rest of the group, and I spent my time bringing up the rear.

I will, however, maintain that this was a key riding position, as Rob had neither satellite navigation nor an intercom. It was therefore vital that the last man was able to a) find his way home, and b) alert the front-runners of any problems.

I'm not sure that TP or Charlie are particularly strong on group riding etiquette, as would become apparent later.

As the day wore on physical fatigue set in,** and I was also becoming weary of Charlie's manner.*** After a break for lunch, I decided to leave the lads to another run along the B500 and made my own way back towards Baden Baden.

I found it incredibly liberating to be making my own way about the country. I was dependent on no-one and had no pressure to maintain a pace I didn't feel comfortable with. My route back was fantastic and featured a long winding stretch through a valley alongside a little river. It was quite beautiful riding past farms and hay meadows with the mountains and forests rising around me.

I found my way back without incident or wrong turns and was showered and sinking my second beer by the time the others got back from their ride.

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* Probably me!

** I am twice the age of the rest of the group

*** I mentioned to both TP and Charlie that I wanted to stop for breakfast quite early in our day. This was promptly ignored and we didn't break until just before midday! This is not great for a Type 1 diabetic.

Thursday, 19th June

Baden Baden to Verdun, France - 165 miles, 5h 14 mins

Yesterday evening Charlie attempted to persuade the group that we should stay a further night in Baden Baden and explore the area further.

This was the point that I lost patience with him and call it out as a fucking stupid idea. Our train through the Channel Tunnel was early on Sunday morning. This meant that we had three days to cover approximately 650 kilometres ( over 400 miles). 

I pointed out that the weather was extremely hot and that attempting to ride four hundred miles in two days would require extended rest stops and left no contingency in case of accidents or break downs. I also pointed out that Rob had an earlier crossing on Saturday evening, which would place further pressure on him.

Allowing three days for the journey back to Calais was a far better plan. It would allow us to take a more leisurely run through the French countryside, rather than a two day slog up motorways.

Charlie's proposal was typical of the crap he had been spouting all week. Ill thought out, not taking account of the group's wishes and only aligned with his personal desires and agenda. As the tour progressed it had become apparent that it really was all about what Charlie wanted to do.

So, yesterday evening I had proposed Verdun as our destination for today and after much debate Charlie grudgingly accepted that Verdun looked like a nice place to stop. A hostel was booked and we decided on an early start.

We checked out of the hotel shortly after eight in the morning, and were soon navigating our way out of the town. I have already mentioned the lack of group riding etiquette, and within a few miles TP, Charlie and Rob filtered down the outside of a narrowing two lane system, leaving me stuck behind heavy traffic.

I continued, hoping to catch sight of them, but it became apparent that we had taken different routes. Fortunately I had entered our destination in to the BMW's satellite navigation system, so I just kept heading towards Verdun in the vain hope that I might bump in to them.

After about half an hour TP called, and asked where I was. I pointed out that I was now a good distance further on and I could see little point in attempting to find each other. I told him, possibly quite abruptly, that I would make my own way to Verdun and see them later.

Again, I had a tiring, but quite splendid time riding through the French countryside. I had chosen a twisty route that was predominantly on D (minor) roads.  The roads were mostly equivalent to UK B and C class roads. All were quiet and I swear that I saw more cows than cars today.

Much of my route was comprised of twists and turns and there were times when I seemed to be going back on myself. I rode through beautiful countryside and deserted villages. I had hoped to find a pavement cafe, for refreshments, with elderly French Gentlemen smoking Gauloise cigarettes, but I saw nothing for hours on end. At certain points the roads straightened and went for miles over rolling hills without a single bend. These straights were quite incredible to ride.

I really was enjoying riding on my own. I am a capable person but sometimes lack confidence in new situations, and was taking a great degree of satisfaction and pleasure that I was making my own way through France without support or direction.

I arrived in Verdun at about three o'clock and entered the town over the canal bridge that faces the fine turreted gateway to the old town. A few minutes later I pulled up outside the hostel on Avenue Garibaldi. 

The hostel reception did not open for another couple of hours, so I grabbed a pain au chocolat and some water from a nearby bakery and relaxed and read in the shade in a nearby park.

I was eventually able to practise my school boy French and check in to the hostel shortly after five. Having carried my bags to the room, I was parking my bike in the underground carpark, when the boys finally arrived.

Over dinner our plans for the next couple of days were discussed. It became apparent that Charlie thought Calais was a dump and was planning to spend Saturday night in Lille. Now Lille is over an hour from Calais, which meant that the Sunday ride home would be well over five hours of riding not counting breaks.  That might suit TP and Charlie, but my new found independence had given me a far better idea.

Friday, 20th June

Verdun to Fourmies - 109 miles, 4h approx

TP selected our destination for this evening's stopover. 

Fourmies is a nondescript little town, with little to recommend it other than its convenient location within striking distance of Lille and Calais. 

As we prepared to set off, I informed the lads that I would be riding solo again today, and that I would meet them in Fourmies that evening.

I had another splendid day riding twisty roads through deserted villages and hamlets. Traffic was minimal, although I did have an exciting moment when I met a milk tanker on a single track road. I pulled in as close to the side as I could and the driver was an absolute gentleman ... he pulled right on to the verge to give me ample room.

At one point my route took me along a kilometre of road that was so badly degraded that barely 15% of the surface was tarmac. The remainder was rutted and covered with loose gravel. There was, of course, the obligatory strip of weeds up the centre of the track. I can now claim that I have definitely ridden my bike off road.

At this point I should add that the terribly clunky, grinding gearbox of the R1250R seems to be finally smoothing out. It isn't perfect, but, over the last couple of days, the gear changes seem much smoother, although in and out of third can still be unpleasant. The Dealership advised that I just needed to get through some miles on the bike, but, in response, I ask "what manufacturer would put out a product that was initially so unpleasant to use?" The current BMW Boxer engines seem to be constructed to create an initial, and possibly long lasting, negative perception by their owners.

I arrived in Fourmies mid-afternoon. The town looked as exciting as Bromsgrove,* but the hotel was pleasantly located in woodland next to a small lake.  I was soon checked in and enjoyed a long shower to remove the sweat and dust accumulated after many hours in the saddle.

As I reviewed my day, I realised that I had ridden over a hundred miles on roads that were the same quality, or worse than the Three Miler.**

After cleaning up, I wandered down to the lake and enjoyed an enormous ice cream. This brought on instant fatigue, and I took a long afternoon nap. I woke just before the arrival of TP, Charlie and Rob. 

Fourmies dining options were incredibly limited, so TP and Charlie were dispatched in to town in search of sustenance. They returned with beer and pizza, which was consumed al fresco.

As already mentioned, TP and Charlie planned to spend tomorrow night in Lille, wake early on Sunday and ride for over an hour to get to Calais; the mandated hour before their 10.24 tunnel crossing.

Rob needed to be in Calais for a Saturday evening tunnel crossing, and I thought that Calais was the best stopover for me too. There was no way that I wanted to extend my Sunday ride unnecessarily by over an hour. I therefore booked a room in Calais and let the TP and Charlie know of my plans.

I think Rob was relieved to know that he would have company on the ride to Calais, especially as I had satellite navigation.

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* i.e. "not very"

** A UK "C" class road, less than 4m wide.

Saturday, 21st June

Fourmies to Calais, via Lille - 143 miles, 4h approx

So Saturday panned out as follows.

We left Fourmies relatively early in the day and headed, via a fast route, up to Lille. 

Again, the weather was roasting, and we were all melting by the time we arrived in the city. The crawl through the midday, city traffic added to the discomfort and I was glad to shuck off my jacket when we eventually parked.

We lunched at a little sandwich bar in a slightly scruffy area away from the city centre. The food was great. It was just unfortunate that the aroma from the local plumbing was less than savoury.

As we lunched, TP and Charlie attempted to reserve a room for the night and found that there was nowhere economical available in Lille. They, instead, decided to head in to Belgium and stay at a cheap Airbnb they had found.*

After eating, and relaxing in the shade of trees within sight of the Museum of Beaux Arts, we went our separate ways. Rob and I headed on to Calais,** whilst TP and Charlie nipped across the Belgian border.

It was another couple of hours riding to reach Calais, and I waved farewell to Rob as he headed towards the Channel Tunnel terminal and I peeled off the autoroute in to the town.

Within five minutes I had located, and checked in to my Faulty Towers esque hotel. Any remaining pressures lifted as I knew I was only a nine minute ride away from the Tunnel terminal. I got myself clean, changed in to fresh clothing and had a damned good snooze before heading out to find something to eat.

Earlier in the week Charlie had turned up his nose at the idea of staying Calais, describing it as "a shit hole." TP had parroted this opinion, although neither of them could offer any evidence to back up this opinion. I decided to explore with an open mind.

I selected a nearby brasserie for my evening meal and wandered in to town. Within about eight minutes I was presented with a loud dance music and a group of impressive drag queens posing outside a club. As I rounded the corner I located my chosen eatery, which had a live synth rock group performing 1980's covers just outside.

The town was absolutely pumping, and I had a splendid evening. The live band was brilliant, performing numbers by The Cure, Joy Division, Depeche Mode and many others. My meal was very good too and L'Hovercraft deserves a special mention as they were quite happy for me to dine alone, despite the fact that the town was rammed and, by the time I left, people were queuing for tables.

After the band had finished their set, I headed back to the hotel and had an early night, after setting my alarm and configuring the sat nav to take emergency to the Terminal.

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* When they tried to contact the owner, they discovered that it was a scam rental posting, and ended up spending the night in Bruges. The cynic in me thinks that this is exactly what Charlie had wanted all along, as he had been proposing that we stay the last night in Bruges since day #1.

** Rob had no satellite navigation, and admitted that he was glad to have me guide him out of Lille and on up to Calais. He hadn't looked forward to attempting to get there using Post-it Notes with scrawled directions.

Sunday, 22nd June

Calais to Home - 190 miles, 4h 30mins approx

I had a reasonable night's sleep, but it was very hot and humid and my room lacked any form of air-conditioning.

On waking, first order of the day was to pack, and then I wandered outside to put my bags in the bike's panniers. On my return I enquired what time breakfast was served* and, fortuitously, had asked just as the restaurant opened.

A couple of croissants and a pain au chocolat were selected from the buffet, and washed down with a strong black coffee.

I then headed back to my room and had a quick call from 30%.  I realised that I wanted to get home, and there was no point in waiting another hour for my scheduled train. I checked out, got on my bike and ten minutes later I was riding in to the Calais Tunnel Terminal.

I checked in and was allocated a place on a train leaving an hour earlier than my planned departure. The Channel Tunnel operations process seems to group motorcyclists together, so I had like minded company to chat to as I waited for my train.

I departed Calais on the 09.24 train**, and arrived in Folkestone shortly after nine o'clock. The M25 was the usual ball ache, and even with filtering, it took me a good four and a half hours to get home. I had a brief stop at Clacket Lane services for fuel and a coffee, but the rest of the time was spent in the saddle, riding as fast as the traffic would allow.

I was amazed at how congested the M25 was, considering I was riding around it on a Sunday morning.

It is fair to say that I was glad to be home. I had enjoyed the trip, particularly proving to myself that I was able to travel independently abroad on my bike. 

Would I do it again? Yes! But next time I will be setting my own agenda. I'll happily ride with the lads, but if I don't fancy their route or destination, I'll do what I want instead.

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* "Bonjour Monsieur, le petit déjeuner, a quelle heure est il?" I am amazed at how much of my schoolboy French is still lurking in the recesses of my mind, and that I can manage to hold a basic conversation ... Note: Basic conversation!

** local time (BST +1hr)

Thursday, 12 June 2025

Packing and last minute jobs

My main achievement for Thursday is that I have now, mostly, packed my bags in preparation for the trip to Germany.

I wisely purchased a pair of inner bags for my panniers, and this made packing a doddle. These are now sat on the bedroom floor, and will be put on the bike tomorrow. 

A sad commentary on my age is the ridiculous quantity of prescription and non-prescription medicines that completely fill one sub-compartment of my rather natty luggage.*

Once I was reasonably assured that I could survive a week with the items that I had packed, I headed out to the garage and adjusted the screen angle of the ConnectedRide cradle. Hopefully that will make the phone screen easier to see.  I also made a tweak to the phone settings in the hope that the sat nav instructions will be audible.

My back is no worse, and I still plan to make a judgement on arrival in Folkestone.

My final must do was to take a look at the bees before I abandon them for ten days.

I found the queen quite easily in Hive #3, but there is still no sign of eggs or brood. I hope it is just a case of she is taking her time to settle in and start to lay.

Hive #2 is doing really well. I didn't spot the queen, but the four frames of capped brood indicate that she is present and building up the strength of the colony.

I finally got to Hive #1. I found the queen quite easily, and, as with the last inspection, there is very little brood in the colony. I think she is failing, and was hoping to find supersedure cells, but, so far, nothing. If the colony is the same when I return from Germany I think I will requeen it.

Right, that's it ... I'm just about ready to go.

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* insulin, vitamins, eye drops or various types ... the list goes on ... and on!

Wednesday, 11 June 2025

Well that works!

 The back is certainly no worse today, but I'm not sure whether it is any better.

I dosed up on painkillers this morning, and decided to do as little as possible. I did, however, have a couple of must dos that could not be put off.

After a lazy morning, I headed out to the garage and fitted the panniers to my bike. I then installed the BMW ConnectedRide cradle and slotted in my mobile phone. Bike, cradle and phone paired automatically, and it was then a moments work to access the Motorrad app and type in a destination.

Within a couple of minutes I was off down the road and was truly impressed with the performance of the Satellite Navigation system and the way it operates in conjunction with the bike's LCD screen. The instructions are clear and the map view on the phone is lovely and clear. I'm really pleased that I bought the cradle and it is much less costly than the BMW Satellite Navigation unit.*

There were a couple of niggles ... I need to adjust the angle of the ConnectedRide cradle and the audio volume on my Fodsport intercom is still bloody crap!

As for riding with my unloaded** panniers for the first time ... I didn't notice they were attached.

Finally, my back ... It's no worse, but no better. I plan to ride down to Folkestone on Friday and make a judgement on Saturday morning. As I mentioned yesterday; the last thing I want is to be stranded in Germany with a bike I can't ride.

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* Which has very poor reviews

** I plan to pack light.

Tuesday, 10 June 2025

I hope it's not serious

 I woke this morning with a twinge my back.

It was nothing awful, but I had definitely done something to it. Looking back, I had mowed the back lawns yesterday and also loaded an exercise bike in to the trailer. 

I wondered if I had pulled a muscle, while hoping that it wasn't a recurrence of the problems I had with my back in 2023.

With the German motorcycle tour getting underway on Friday, an injured back was the last thing I wanted. My inner hypochondriac went in to overdrive, and had me imagining being stranded in Deutschland unable to ride my motorcycle.

I took a couple of ibuprofen and decided to have a lazy day. Unfortunately the pills didn't lessen the pain, so I upped the anti and took couple of Tramadol too. 

For the uninitiated this is the pharmacological equivalent of downing half a bottle of good wine. I subsequently spent the next three hours dozing on my bed.

Dot 'n Dave paid a visit in the afternoon and we spent a few hours sitting in the sun catching up with each others' news.

On their departure I downed another couple of Tramadol and snoozed on the sofa for the evening. 

I was so out out it, I didn't bother to eat.*

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* 30% was out with the cinema club

Monday, 9 June 2025

How big is it?

Monday started with the obligatory dog walk.

Having ticked that off the list, I then entered a period of extended pottering. This included fascinating activities, such as an inspection of the tomatoes in the greenhouse, and watering of the veg patch.

It was during this light gardening that 30% happened to mention that she "was going to pick up an exercise bike this evening".

Now this didn't come as a massive surprise, as she wants to improve her level of fitness, and had just missed out on buying a recumbent exercise bike at the weekend.

I should also point out that I am fully aware of the actual meaning of "I'm going to collect an exercise bike this evening." What this really means is "I'm going to pick up an exercise bike this evening and you're coming to help me ... whether you want to, or not!"

There is no way that 30% would be able to load an exercise bike in to her car on her own and no guarantee that the seller would be willing to assist.  My assistance was therefore mandated.  At this point I enquired as to the size of the exercise bike and whether it would fit in the car.  

My dear wife hadn't thought to ask either of these questions during the negotiations for the purchase of this exercise equipment ... She never ceases to amaze me with both her optimism and complete lack of forethought.

So, after an afternoon that included mowing the lawns at the back of the house, and the replacement of the LED strip light in the shed, we headed in to deepest, darkest Redditch.

After arriving and handing over thirty quid, it rapidly became apparent that the bike did not disassemble easily,* and there was no way the bloody thing would fit in the back of the X3.

It was therefore necessary to return home, hitch up the trailer, and drive back in to Redditch in order to collect the damned thing.

Now I love my wife dearly, but there are times when I just wish she would put in a little more thought, when we are executing on one of her impulses.

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* I had the foresight to bring an extensive socket and driver set, and a large screwdriver

Sunday, 8 June 2025

Problems with my helmet

Sunday was a fairly lazy day.

I pottered around the place and, on occasion, attempted to gather together my Germany trip essentials. I finally took the time to attend to my crash helmet,* as I am not happy with the fit, nor the installation of the intercom unit. 

For some strange reason, every time I put on the helmet I find that the pinna of my right ear gets folded over. This isn't particularly uncomfortable on a short ride, but on long journeys it niggles. I'm also not sure about the location of the intercom speakers, as, at high speeds, I can't hear a thing.

I had already made the decision to replace the helmet later on in the year, but, after faffing around with the lid for twenty minutes, I made the decision; there was no way I was going to put up with that ill fitting crash hat for the upcoming trip.

I therefore spent the next hour considering the fit and suitability of my other helmets.  The Shark Evoline 3 has a delaminated visor, is noisy and well overdue for replacement too. I finally looked at my Shark Explore-R. I had bought this on a whim a few years ago, and quickly decided that I wasn't overly keen on the plastic peak attached to this full face lid. As a result it had sat in the cupboard mostly unused. I wondered about the possibility of removing the peak and replacing the detachable goggles with the spare visor supplied.

After much faffing, and a narrowly avoided temper tantrum, I eventually worked out how the peak was removed.** Attaching the visor was a doddle, and I also found out that the helmet liner has pre-cut apertures for the intercom speakers ... Result!

And, as for the fit, it's lovely!

So, I did manage to achieve something today.

We also left Wilson home alone for the first time, as we popped over to help Bubbles celebrate his birthday. It was a fairly low key barbecue with a few friends, and we had a pleasant couple of hours.

A special mention does go to Jess. Have you ever met someone who had a massive impact on you  ... but not in a good way?  Jess was one of those people!

She is an ex-primary school teacher*** who has a complete inability to listen. She was constantly in transmit mode, and was only interested in patronising her audience with the benefit of her views and limited knowledge ... We've only owned standard poodles for fifteen years and, funnily enough, did not need to be told the origins of the breed and their elaborate clips!

And, as for Wilson ... we arrived home to find no dramas at all ... another result!

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* Shark Vision-R

** A single thumb screw and brute force!

*** We have a saying "A teacher generally only knows slightly more than the age group they teach."


Saturday, 7 June 2025

Germany is fast approaching

As the week drew to a close the weather forecast for Saturday had been suggesting that heavy rain was likely.  This was not welcome, as Bubbles had booked us in for a morning's clay shooting at the Cotswold Shooting Ground in Childswickham.

On rising I could see that we had experienced a few showers overnight, but the weather was reasonable. There was a cool breeze, but no rain, for the moment.

After my early morning chores, I threw my gun and shooting bag in the car, and headed across the Vale of Evesham for a fun morning's shooting. My score was dreadful, but I had a pleasant time catching up with Bubbles' and Ben's news.

And, even better than that, not a single drop of rain fell from the sky.

In the afternoon my first job was to remove the touring screen from the BMW, so that I could affix my Crit ' Air* sticker to the inside. I know that I should have done this on Thursday, when I originally fitted the screen, but I foolishly didn't.

Basically I am now in the process of slowly getting ready for the tour to Germany. I still haven't ridden my bike with the panniers fitted, but I am sure I will get to that before next Friday ... I bloody well hope it is still manageable.

So, as each day passes, an item or two is ticked off the virtual list and/or is added to the pile in the bedroom. 

As my holiday preparations continue I realised that my stock of bottled honey is running short, and I am hoping 30% will manage my little retail establishment** while I am away. I therefore spent a couple of hours liquifying and bottling the first batch from this year's honey harvest.

I now have twelve jars bottled, labelled, and ready for sale. That should be enough to keep her going.

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* A French vehicle emissions certification that permits access to municipal clean air zones

** A tiny little roadside table, not even worthy of the term, "stall"

Friday, 6 June 2025

Today I 'ave been mostly ...

... Clipping The Rat.

Dog #4 has been looking very scruffy recently, and the fact that I have just clipped Whiffler and Hobson's faces have made her look rattier still.  With the weather likely to warm up, I really did need to get my shit together and give her a damned good haircut.

Now I have recounted the fact that The Rat does not like going to the groomers on several occasions, so I won't bore you again. I will simply advise that she is such a fidget that she just gets a 7FC* all over. Actually that's not strictly true, as I do clip her face with a #10 blade.**

So, today has been mostly spent clipping the dog. I took plenty of breaks to allow the blades to cool down, and for the cordless clippers to recharge.  These allowed The Rat to rest a little, and I also used several treats to keep her reasonably cooperative.

I can report that I now have a much skinnier looking dog.

That was my most significant achievement. I also finally removed the "no longer wet" supers from Hives #1 and #2.  These were reasonably clean, but had been left a little too long, andthe bees had started to store a little nectar in some of the frames. To get them totally honey free, I stacked them in the carport. Within a few minutes they had been located by scout bees, and were buzzing; with hundreds of bees busily cleaning them up.

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* This will only mean something to someone who clips dogs. A 7FC blade is a #7 Finish Cut blade and it cuts the dog's coat to 3.2 mm in length.

** 1.5 mm

Post Script

I thought that The Rat's coat was looking a little overgrown. It was only when I checked that I realised she hadn't been clipped since last September.