HAPPY 10TH BIRTHDAY
NCV BLOG!!!
Yes! That's right! It is exactly 10 years today that the very first NCV blog entry was posted - it contained 5 week's worth of tasks (things were not quite as organised then as they are these days!!). You may want to read it. If so - click HERE. You will notice that tasks have not changed so much in the intervening years.
So - how did the NCVs celebrate? Partying? No. Relaxing? No. Working hard? Yes - of course. There was the rest of the Glasshouses verge to scythe. If you remember - rain stopped play last week. You will enjoy the 'pome', written by our resident bard, that is included at the end of this entry, which gives you a feel for the state of the NCVs at home time that day. The pictures below show how they fared this week - a day of wall to wall sunshine.
Luckily Liz had the use of the council tip up truck again.
This meant that tools and bags could be transported as well
as being able to take the cut vegetation to the tip.
Andy and Andrew started at the barn end of the verge
and worked down towards Glasshouses.
Another team started where they left off
last week and worked back towards the barn.
New to scything, Tim was given a brief training
session and was off like a machine.
Anita had to hurry to rake up the aftermath
of his scything frenzy.
Will, too, was busy with the rake....
...well - most of the time!
When it was Anita's turn to scythe she made
sure she kept her blade nice and sharp.
The grass got piled onto the truck...
...and jumped on to ensure that
it was packed down tight.
Who needs a bouncy castle or a
trampoline to have fun?
No fewer than three full truckloads were
taken to the Council depot in Harrogate....
...where all Liz had to do was press a button
for the back to lift and deposit another
solid, truck shaped slab of greenery for composting.
After lunch a small team sowed some more yellow rattle seed.
Here Dave demonstrates beautifully the required arm movement.
The verge was looking nice and bald
at home time. All good for the wild
flowers to continue to prosper.
Caught in a downpour - by Tony K
When clouds turn ink-black and they glower,
They’re threatening more than a shower.
They hurl down the hail
In a furious gale;
You’ll have to forgive us – we cower.
When clothing won’t do what it oughter
And not just our boots fill with water.
When masculine undies
And feminine sundries
Are sodden, they make us feel fraughter.
Last Tuesday to scythe was a pain.
We think we’ve a right to complain,
When clothing that starts
Out protecting our parts
Are wringable-out from the rain.
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