Scully and I went out in the van on both Tuesday AND Wednesday this week. On Tuesday I scored a very favorable arrangement with a local landowner to clean up some bales of rotting haylage which have been pushed into a pile on the edge of some cleared land. He proposed we meet up on site. It is going to be a big job to move it (pitched forkful at a time into a trailer and same to get it off). I have proven myself to be very tenacious with handtools - I will get it moved.
We met the owner's pig dog (dog used for hunting and bailing wild pigs). He was a cute, excited, softie that just wriggled and squirmed and wanted cuddles. How on earth is he going to catch pigs? What's he gonna do? …smile them to death? The pigs MIGHT die laughing (or of cuteness overload) but as a pig-hunting technique it has no proven track record of success.
Wednesday was 'van oil change' day so we dragged the trailer out with us and left it at the local quarry before leaving the van with the mechanic. While we were doing laundry, going for a walk, shopping for groceries, the quarry man loaded the trailer with crusher-dust to fill my water tank foundation.
Scooting by the ReUse Shop in Blenheim we also picked up a nice functional handbasin with mixer tap for $5
(and a second blanket for Scully so that I can wash the first one). I hoped to also score a toilet but none there with the trap (U-bend shape) I wanted were in sufficiently good condition. I might crawl under the cabin and contemplate my plumbing and drainage options; a $5 WC option warrants a rethink.
Squandering a further $2 I also brought home a 'patio' chair to sit in and meditate on my vegetables growing once I have pitched all that rotten hay into place.
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