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July 29, 2019

Wet

Filed under: 57 Varieties,diary — Trefor Davies @ 6:18 am

A dreary early morning with a wet garden and the rain still dripping off the trees. The traffic noise is louder because tyres make more noise with water on the road. I hear lots of dripping on the roof of the garden shed. 

As I sit here I also have the light switched on in the garden shed. It is a dull morning. Still I have to doors open wide to the garden and am enjoying the contact with nature. Lets just hope it isn’t raining when I have to go in and make the tea.

Over the weekend I did purchase tea making facilities for the shed from John Lewis in Liverpool. A kettle and a teapot. Unfortunately disaster has struck on the journey home – there is a small chip in the porcelain at the end of the teapot spout. I’ll have to see if it is superglueable.

The shed is looking somewhat untidy right now as preparations for the Beyond The Woods festival get into overdrive. This is fine as one of the purposes of building this garden office was to take the mess away from the house. The investment is already paying dividends. 

Post rainfall noise aside there is a stillness outside. Only a very slight breeze. I note I am overdue thinning out the apples. I did this for the first time last year and it really paid dividends with the best apple crop we have had in our time in the house. It isn’t too late to do it this year but it will need sorting soon. Means getting the ladder out and really I’ll want it to dry out first. See how I get on.

We had our first tomatoes yesterday. Three of them with one left on the windowsill to completely ripen. It must be said that they don’t seem as sweet as last year’s cherry tomatoes but I’ll withhold final judgement until we have had more fruit and it is at least looking like a bumper crop.

July 25, 2019

heatwave

Filed under: 57 Varieties — Trefor Davies @ 6:10 am

Another early morning in the garden. We slept on top of the bed covers last night due to the heatwave the country is experiencing. Today is expected to be hotter. We will be in the air-conditioned cocoon of the jag for a chunk of the afternoon en route to Liverpool. The hotel in Liverpool will have ac natch though Anne doesn’t like it on at night so we will have to see.

I note that the arch in the garden now has flowers growing around it on both sides. At the start of the summer it had a rose on one side only but it has filled out nicely. In fact I think we have the best floral display we have ever had this year thanks to Anne’s continued efforts. Watering has become increasingly important.

The fridge in the garden office makes a noise, as fridges do. It isn’t an intrusive noise but it is there. It’s a compromise. If you want to have a fridge in the office then you have to put up with some noise but silence would be better. I’m opting for the cold water and the occasional cold beer, mostly for show. Certainly a cold pint of milk would be appropriate. One of the secondary objectives of the trip to Liverpool is a visit to John Lewis to kit out the office. Kettle, coffee maker etc. A bit of fun shopping with Anne. We very rarely go shopping together. It doesn’t work 🙂

There is a hedge sparrow foraging on the deck in front of me. With the double doors open it’s almost as if the office is outside. Did it notice my presence? I’m sat here quietly tapping away. An empty beer barrel stands on the deck, left over from the BBQ. I’ll have to take it back sometime but will have to wait until next week. There’s a fifteen quid deposit on the tap!

July 23, 2019

The forecast is hot

Filed under: 57 Varieties,diary — Trefor Davies @ 6:32 am

5.30am. An early morning start in the garden shed. Had a good night’s sleep and saw no point in staying in bed. The lawn remains mostly green although there is some sawdust in front of the decking. Left over from the build. The area around the fire pit has scatterings of charcoal from the barbeque on Saturday. It will soon disappear. I will have to start watering the lawn properly though as the next few days are going to be hot hot hot.

It will be interesting to see how the new office fares in the heat. It’s meant to be cool in summer and warm in winter as it is well insulated. If it comes to the crunch I can always dig out the air conditioner, purchased during a heatwave about five years ago when I was in the office at Lincoln University but little used. That business incubator building at the university was not very well designed when it came to insulation.

I can hear the birds outside and the fridge inside. The fridge contains bottled water. The philosophy is that it should contain beer but it doesn’t, yet.

Lunch out today at OleOle. We will be sat outside, presumably consuming chilled white wine with our tapas. I normally prefer red but when the temperatures are expected to be in the 30s as is the case today I suspect white will be preferable. I like the occasional bit of tapas.

The Garden Shed, as my new office is formally to be known, is mostly finished but not quite. The network cabling needs terminating and running back to the router in the loft and the furniture has not yet been ordered. When I say furniture I really mean chair and desk and a suitable cupboard needs sourcing for the patch panel and switch in the corner of the room.

In the garden I need to spend some time thinning the apple trees. I did this last year and it really paid dividends. The apples turned out to be the biggest we had seen in our time in this house. This year we have no cooking apples. The frost must have caught the blossom. Ah well. My experiment with onions is going well with the greenhouse based ones performing better than those I planted out. The cherry tomatoes appear to be developing a bumper crop which is exciting. Moreover we are not away for more than a few days at a time for the rest of the summer so we should fully benefit from the harvest.

We don’t have much space for vegetables in the garden with the raspberry and strawberry patch almost running rampant. Perhaps I need to discuss some veg space allocation in the raised beds planned for the autumn.

There is an empty beer barrel on the deck. A firkin of Castle Rock Harvest Pale. Just the right thing for the barbecue and indeed there was just enough left for a very pleasant drink or two on the Sunday when we had more or less finished clearing up. Talking of drink it’s time to make the tea.

July 9, 2019

5.30am in July

Filed under: 57 Varieties,diary — Trefor Davies @ 6:24 am

Woke up early after a good sleep. Despite being late to bed and then having to leave the room for a short while due to the convulsive laughter sparked by the act of rereading the first volume of Spike Milligan’s war memoirs: Adolf Hitler, My Part in His Downfall. 

I often get up early at this time of year. Best part of the day. Today however it is dull and rain is forecast. The noise of passing traffic also seems more noticeable. Perhaps it’s the atmospheric conditions.

Despite the impending weather the garden is very still. A very slight movement amongst the flower beds but the colour is largely motionless. The garden is also very green in contrast to last year’s fade to yellow during the dry spell. As I recall it was one of the best summer stretches we had had in a long time. Historically we have rejoiced when facing more than three or four consecutive fine days.

After twenty two years of living here the back garden is finally taking shape. There is a good balance to it with the greenhouse at the bottom left accompanied by an emerging cedar clad structure to its right. I say emerging as they builders haven’t finished yet but it is now only a matter of days. It is my new office. The business address will be “The Garden Shed, Rear of …  etc.

The constant sound of woodpigeons is one thing I wouldn’t miss in our back garden. As far as I can see their only purpose in life is to make annoying noises and be food for the peregrine falcons that inhabit the upper reaches of Lincoln Cathedral, a short walk down the road and an even shorter flight of the falcon.

My own purpose in life at this time of day is to put words to a page followed by the delivery of a pot of tea to the marital bedroom. In theory we take it in turns but I am usually up before Anne during the light mornings and consider it a privilege to take her tea.

Today is marginally more eventful than most. I am expecting a delivery of some new “audiovisual equipment”. This  includes a record deck. I don’t recall that I ever possessed a “new” record deck. I’m fairly sure the one I used as a kid was second hand. I may be mistaken. I don’t know what happened to it. In any case I have had no means of listening to my vinyl records for decades. I don’t even know that I will do so once the new deck has arrived. It is all too easy to use Spotify. We will find out very soon.

Right. Time to make the tea. Ciao.

June 25, 2019

Rodney Bay Marina 25th June 2019

Filed under: 57 Varieties,diary — Trefor Davies @ 11:48 am

Up early and sat on the balcony of our room at the Harbor Club in Rodney Bay Marina. The only people around are hotel staff getting ready for the day. The jet lag is gradually going away but I don’t actually mind waking up this early and getting some quality quiet time before the start of the day.

The hotel is by no means full. It is low season. The hurricane season in fact although reality is that hurricanes rarely venture this far south in the Caribbean and the temperature here in the Tropic of Capricorn is pretty much the same all year round. There is a higher likelihood of rain but this place must get a lot of rain – it is green and lush.

The sound of running water is very relaxing. The pool has a waterfall feature just below our room. The only thing missing is a cup of coffee but that would involve making noise and waking John up.

There is a very gentle breeze, just enough to move the palm fronds around the pool.

6.20am and it’s starting to get a little noisier. We just had a heavy rainshower breeze through but it has passed. I can smell bacon. The kitchen has started up. Shame it’s the American over cooked stuff. Two pool attendants stop for a chat. The St Lucian people are very friendly.

June 22, 2019

the surreal 2019 world of trefor davies

Filed under: 57 Varieties,diary,travel — Trefor Davies @ 12:27 pm

Hong Kong

Bangkok

London

Cardiff

Barcelona

Trafalgar Square

Brussels

Toulouse

Dublin

Manchester

Washington DC

Isle of Man

Reykjavik

Moscow

Brussels

St Lucia

2019 may represent peak surreality.

Anti Brexit demo London

Beyond The Woods Festival Horncastle

The Greenhouse

Mandarin Oriental Bangkok

The Trafalgar

The Conrad London

MO Hong Kong

Building new office at bottom of the garden

Currently drinking Laurent Perrier Grand Siecle at 40,000 feet

BA First Class flights

April 21, 2019

Easter Sunday musings

Filed under: 57 Varieties,thoughts — Trefor Davies @ 8:43 am

Listening to religious news programme on radio 4. It is Easter so everything is more intense. This is after the recent fire at Notre dame and now a terrorist attack on a church in Sri Lanka. There was also a piece on a monkey God called lord someone or other.

The intensity of the conversation seems to me to exacerbate the strangeness of the whole concept of religion, in particular the organised variety. I get people wanting to know how they got here but the structured way of worshipping a “god” seems very artificial.

April 12, 2019

A tired night of TV

Filed under: 57 Varieties,poetry — Trefor Davies @ 3:02 pm

A tired night of TV, staring

A theme, that keeps repeating

Nothing on, worth watching

Screen time too long, fatiguing.

March 20, 2019

an ice cube melts

Filed under: 57 Varieties — Trefor Davies @ 12:59 pm

an ice cube melts invisibly in my stomach, the last act of the prince of cool. it came with my gin and did the required job. the end was private away from the glare of publicity. better than being flushed down the sink. the lemon stayed in the glass, it too redundant, thrown away. trashed. no longer wanted. not sure how i feel about it all. inanimate objects yes. as a buddhist is there a chance I could return as a slice of lemon? should that make me look at it differently? lemon aid le mon l’emon lemo n lem on and so on and so forth. forthcoming an auto correct option. ongoing. option. opt out.

March 16, 2019

wheaten void

Filed under: fusion — Trefor Davies @ 11:39 am

We have no bread. The loaf has been consumed. The last slice was surgically removed this morning and toasted along with the crust. Its purpose was served. A short, fulfilled life devoted to keeping hunger at bay. Nourishment its finest purpose and measure of its success. Now gone it has left a void…

March 12, 2019

words spill slowly

Filed under: 57 Varieties,poetry — Trefor Davies @ 6:20 am

Surrounded by books I drown in words.

I picture myself, alone, writing by the light of a single candle. Words spill slowly onto the page, my mind adjusting its flow to the tempo of the pen. These words seem more considered than anything that spits out at the speed of hands at a keyboard. Dancing fingers outpace thought.

Outside in the darkness a threatening wind beats invisible fists against the window. My candle flickers, a retreat into an obscure past. I am buried in the page, sucked in by words randomly thrown down. How they get there is my story.

One hundred books are removed. Ten million once read words unwanted. Ten million flourishes unemotionally scattered into the night. The candle dies but a new dawn arrives.

March 10, 2019

The movement of a foot

Filed under: 57 Varieties — Trefor Davies @ 7:55 pm

Discuss

The movement of a foot

A hand in bush

Cast of the dice

Rolling coverage – all the days

Bread roll

Dish of the day

Plates of the meat

Continental drift

Antipasti antidote anticoagulant

Uncle sock

Blood brother arms

Those who can do nose

Face of adversity

On the brow of the hill the foolish people play

In the wind beaten garden

Filed under: 57 Varieties,poems,poetry — Trefor Davies @ 9:17 am

In the wind beaten garden, birds hide, branches fall and words scatter. Collars pulled tight on bent head daffodils.

Then the rain; incessant bird bath fill, deafening inside the conservatory.

Later skies lighten, snow is promised. Wind drops and peace descends.

March 8, 2019

Homeward bound I am

Filed under: 57 Varieties,poems,poetry — Trefor Davies @ 2:58 pm

Homeward bound I am, fleeing city madness and the battle against the office worker tide

Homeward bound I am, to recover from an opulent week of self indulgent excess

Homeward bound I am, to a smile and a kiss and a nice cup of tea

Homeward bound I am,

Homeward bound I am.

March 3, 2019

Sunday morning 3rd March

Filed under: 57 Varieties — Trefor Davies @ 10:06 am

Espresso on, coffee pot noises

Half a grapefruit, livener

ClassiF cM

Moment of reflection, shiver through shoulders

Anne’s thought for the day: Hannah looks like Anti Ann apparently

Just had my jobs list read out to me. It’s the longest one in some time

  1. Order skip (and presumably fill it)
  2. Plant seeds
  3. Repair sideboard door (the one in the conservatory)
  4. Repair fence post (I reversed the car into it and it cracked in half!)
  5. Sort out downstairs loo – needs a professional
  6. Stick back missing time in utility room
  7. new light bulbs in kitchen and conservatory
  8. Fix radiator cover

This is not one that will get done quickly. My most immediate job is is to decide on what to have for breakfast. There are options although I used up all the mushrooms in the steak pie last night.

Ingredients to hand:

  1. Wholemeal bread
  2. Bacon medallions
  3. Skinny sausages (low Syn)
  4. Eggs
  5. beans , baked, one of someone else’s 57 varieties
  6. Potah toes
  7. Tinned tomatoes, whole
  8. The other half of the grapefruit
  9. Potentially some smoked salmon though I haven’t checked
  10. One green chilli
  11. One green pepper

There is no rush to decide. Classic FM really is relaxing me. Fair play. I wonder if today is all about lists? There already seems to be a trend. Eleven breakfast items seems a lot. This needs careful consideration. Note no baked beans but I could add spam fritters to the list as I just came across a tin of spam whilst checking the cupboard for beans. Ain’t going to happen this morning though. I wouldn’t eat a whole tin and it is particularly incompatible with Slimming World.

Starting to feel the odd hunger pang. Juices moving. Wonder how long I could go before needing to decide. Am thinking poached eggs on toast with chillies, a bit of bacon on the side and some fried potatoes. There. Done it. Now you know.

Storm Freya is a coming.

prenderti in un po ‘di amici. Devo andare via per accendere la stufa

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