Like Grandfather like Son
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Well, today I went off to give my father some help trimming back the bushes and trees etc around his land.
Great job! He's a propper petrol head, so if any type of gardening tool can utilise an engine he's got it... chainsaws, hedge clippers, little mini tractor - no wheel barrows here!
I turned up after lunch and his collection of chainsaws and hedge cutters are all laid out in a neat line - 'Rite' says he, 'I've checked and oiled everything and they've all been started to make sure they're working'. 'Bless' thought I, he's really been enjoying himself this morning.
So, we head off to the paddock, 'No Dad, we don't need the tractor, I can carry a couple of chainsaws and the odd hedge trimmer....
We set about an old crab apple tree that is blocking the view of the mountains and in no time we have it trimmed right down and there's a mighty pile of off cuts lying in the paddock.
'Rite' says he, 'I'll go fetch the tractor whilst you sort that out...'
So I start dragging all the branches out to the yard so we can tow them up to the top field for burning.
Needless to say, I get the whole lot out by the time he turns up with his mini tractor, still I get some rope and lash all the branches together and hook them up to the hitch.
'Hope you're using a bowline for that lashing..' says he, 'aye' says I, 'you'll need to be able to untie it at 'tother end' and we wouldn't want it spilling (a knottage term) half way...'
So, with that lot cleared we start on the Blackthorn hedges, he's got one of these super length hedge cutters which I politely declined the offerto try, so he sets about the hedges, I follow on with a regular cutter.
After a while it becomes apparent that he is bloody lethal with this thing and having had it swish past my head a few times I decide I'll go back to picking up the cuttings.
Having followed him all the way up the hedge he decides to work his way back for a second cut and once again I hear the 'make sure you get all them up... they're b
ds on the tractor tyres...'
Don't I f**kin know it, I've already pulled two or three thorns out of the bottom of my boots where they've gone straight through into my foot!
So finally we are finished and as I'm invited in for a cold beer, I'm reminded of the fact that when my son comes to stay I seem to spend the entire day running round after him picking up all the stuff he's discarded.
I felt a lot like that with the old man today, but all in all a glorious day to be outside, even better to spend a bit of time with my Dad, and great to see him enjoying himself playing with all his toys and having someone to run round after him clearing up the mess, even if my arms now look like I'm a junkie!
Yup... Like grandfather like son!
Great job! He's a propper petrol head, so if any type of gardening tool can utilise an engine he's got it... chainsaws, hedge clippers, little mini tractor - no wheel barrows here!
I turned up after lunch and his collection of chainsaws and hedge cutters are all laid out in a neat line - 'Rite' says he, 'I've checked and oiled everything and they've all been started to make sure they're working'. 'Bless' thought I, he's really been enjoying himself this morning.
So, we head off to the paddock, 'No Dad, we don't need the tractor, I can carry a couple of chainsaws and the odd hedge trimmer....
We set about an old crab apple tree that is blocking the view of the mountains and in no time we have it trimmed right down and there's a mighty pile of off cuts lying in the paddock.
'Rite' says he, 'I'll go fetch the tractor whilst you sort that out...'
So I start dragging all the branches out to the yard so we can tow them up to the top field for burning.
Needless to say, I get the whole lot out by the time he turns up with his mini tractor, still I get some rope and lash all the branches together and hook them up to the hitch.
'Hope you're using a bowline for that lashing..' says he, 'aye' says I, 'you'll need to be able to untie it at 'tother end' and we wouldn't want it spilling (a knottage term) half way...'
So, with that lot cleared we start on the Blackthorn hedges, he's got one of these super length hedge cutters which I politely declined the offerto try, so he sets about the hedges, I follow on with a regular cutter.
After a while it becomes apparent that he is bloody lethal with this thing and having had it swish past my head a few times I decide I'll go back to picking up the cuttings.
Having followed him all the way up the hedge he decides to work his way back for a second cut and once again I hear the 'make sure you get all them up... they're b
ds on the tractor tyres...'Don't I f**kin know it, I've already pulled two or three thorns out of the bottom of my boots where they've gone straight through into my foot!
So finally we are finished and as I'm invited in for a cold beer, I'm reminded of the fact that when my son comes to stay I seem to spend the entire day running round after him picking up all the stuff he's discarded.
I felt a lot like that with the old man today, but all in all a glorious day to be outside, even better to spend a bit of time with my Dad, and great to see him enjoying himself playing with all his toys and having someone to run round after him clearing up the mess, even if my arms now look like I'm a junkie!
Yup... Like grandfather like son!
^^^
Good to see you in better spirits Ade 
How's things with your son and 'step' son?
thankfully not eh...MonkeyMatt said:
Sounds like a fun day! should have kept the apple and bllackthorn for firewood both brilliant when seasoned, especially the apple if used as BBQ fuel!
The blackthorn was only clippings, the apple is however already sawn into logs and stored ready for keeping warm next year. Should be lovely!Being dole scum now, tomorrow I shall mainly be power washing stable doors and then painting them with teak oil.... can you imagine how big his power washer is?
The Excession said:
MonkeyMatt said:
Sounds like a fun day! should have kept the apple and bllackthorn for firewood both brilliant when seasoned, especially the apple if used as BBQ fuel!
The blackthorn was only clippings, the apple is however already sawn into logs and stored ready for keeping warm next year. Should be lovely!Being dole scum now, tomorrow I shall mainly be power washing stable doors and then painting them with teak oil.... can you imagine how big his power washer is?
Cap'n Custud said:
Sounds like you had fun!
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Hammer67 said:
Cap'n Custud said:
Sounds like you had fun!
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birdcage said:
Hammer67 said:
Cap'n Custud said:
Sounds like you had fun!
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mybrainhurts said:
The Excession said:
tomorrow I shall mainly be power washing stable doors
No, no, no...Last time I did that, I ripped the wood to bits....
Anyway, when I turned up this afternoon he decided he wanted more blackthorn taking down, I swear my arms look like I've been self-harming and every local type that I've met on enquiring about the scratches and being told 'blackthorn' has sniggered and gone 'they'll never heal....'
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