There was an impressive thunderstorm last night. I woke to the sound of rolling thunder directly overhead, and flashes of lightning were visible through still closed eyelids. I got out of bed and watched for a while, as did 30%. I saw terrific flashes of lightning arc across the sky, before realising that I really should try to get a some sleep. It took a while to drift off, lulled by the rumbles of thunder, quieting as the storm moved on.
We have a barbecue planned for tomorrow evening, and most of this morning was spent in preparation. I found a few small chunks of apple wood and put them to soak in a bucket of water. They will produce an aromatic smoke, when they are added to the hot charcoal. The barbecue was extricated from the depths of the car port and given a brief examination ... it'll need a damned good brushing before I consider putting foodstuffs on it!
I then wandered in to the kitchen and prepared a marinade based around rosemary, garlic, honey, mustard and seasonings. This was applied to the inner surfaces of a loin of pork, which had been butterflied, with pockets cut in to each of the wings. The loin was then rolled, and tied back in to its original form with string. It is now marinading in the bottom of the fridge, wrapped in clingfilm.
The afternoon saw us back in the garden dealing with the logs that resulted from yesterday's session with the chainsaw. I was mostly occupied with the log splitter and 30% shifted them up to the log pile in the orchard ... I must admit that I am concerned that following mathematical equation may well apply ...
Volume of split ash logs ＞available space in Rose Cottage
I am going to have to get that bloody car port cleared again.*
The final news item for today relates to the potatoes, that we planted a couple of weeks ago. As I was wheeling a barrow up to the orchard, I noticed a few green leaves sprouting from the earth. This seems quite impressive growth, as they were planted six inches deep and the soil was mounded into ridges along the length of each row. In ten days they have become established and put on growth. It must be the huge quantity of horse manure that was rotorvated in to the soil!
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* I'm not sure whether I have mentioned it before, but a truism has emerged since we moved here, "There is no such thing as an empty car port." Every time I get the damned thing cleared, some vital piece of equipment needs to be temporarily stored in there. It is currently home to the trailer, a wood turning lathe, two lawnmowers, a pair of gates, accompanying posts and a wormery!
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