After a week of inactivity, things are moving on the demolition front again, reference the 200 hundred year old cottage next door to Soggibottom cottage.
We are now into week 4.
The time limit seems to have been extended to another three weeks. Three weeks + three weeks = 6 weeks. That seems rather along way off from the original time scale.A bit like the weight limit on the little bridge we use to get to this side of the river. It was seven and a half tons one day and then suddenly it had a forty ton weight limit.. amazing !
We were woken up at one a.m. last Friday night by sounds of late night vehicles coming over the bridge. Notice, I wasn't the only nosey one that night.
The Ash tree that held our bird nesting boxes beside Soggibottom Cottage is also going to get the chop.
It's to make way for a new water culvert that will be built to help with the extra flow of water that will be heading our way when the new road around our village is finished. Help with our flooding problem?
Maybe, but after last year who on earth could predict the amount of water that saturated the ground. No matter what the flow charts from the road builders say, we are still keeping our flood gate ready.
They never predicted all the water flow last year.
The outcome of the tree being felled last Friday night. They shone torches around for ten minutes and then all cluttered off over the bridge again. Seems the tree has a short reprieve... but it's now bird nesting time. One of the bird nesting boxes remains.... they forgot to take that one down two weeks ago. Now they have to get an environmentalist to check the nesting box... !
That you left there........
Honestly you couldn't make this stuff up.
We left them to it this morning and escaped.
This is one of our favourite places, Charmouth Beach in Dorset. Unfortunately because of all the rain last year and the land and cliff slides that are still taking place we haven't been here for ages.
There are loads of signs around telling of all the dangers of walking along this particular stretch of beach.
This is the view looking towards Lyme Regis. We kept to the open spaces, besides the tide was coming in.
Charmouth is a great beach to go fossil hunting but there are other safer places around.
This all looks a huge mess, even more of a mess than we left it this morning. We arrived home at half three this afternoon.. not a soul in sight next door, we came to the conclusion that it must have been A National half day for certain workers.
Now, what was said yesterday, "an early start and late finish to get everything up, so everything can come down...safely. The roof will come off by hand on Friday... ".
Someone is away with the fairies.
I found this cute little Robin Rive Golly at a bear fair on Sunday.
Along with some beautiful white fluffy mohair that is crying out to be dyed, and then made into a bear.
The bears that live upstairs in the cottage might have to find a new home, Freya keeps looking at them longingly.
She never touches them, but can at times be caught with her nose up to theirs.
Freya is over at the cat flap cavalier, nosing around donkey's. Much better than nose to nose with a teddy bear.
As things are moving on the demolition front again, promise to keep everyone updated. X X X