Crows Nest Lookout

The lookout point up the mast on old sailing ships was apparently called a ‘crows nest’. I live with sailing people – you can learn a thing or two from them- mostly useless stuff like that).  The allotment needs a ‘crows nest’ for a diligent cat.  The shed roof is a high place, a good vantage point but it slopes too steeply to be a place for getting comfortable.  What I have needed is somewhere that lets me see everything without having to keep chasing F about.  She put me in the rhubarb on Saturday, shady and cool yes, but impossible to keep an eye on anything from there.  I tried under the HGV for a while which worked while she was thinning parsnips, but didn’t work when she went to the other end of the garden – and she does going to the other end of the garden a lot.  I only just get there to see what she is doing and she goes back to the shed.  Either her mind is going, or she does it on purpose to put me off supervising.

She went to the other end of the garden and started cutting the hay crop in the ‘orchard’. F calls it the ‘orchard’.  It has one tree; is that an orchard?  At that point I found my ‘crows nest’ – high enough to see everything, horizontal enough to get comfortable, and not completely exposed.  F even looked surprised when she got up from hacking hay and found me looking down at her.  She took some photos so that you can get the picture too.