Marty

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Sweet dreams, Bucket! My top coat was quite damp by the time I finished the garden work. But I was dry enough under it.

I did, thanks, Albert. I had a good afternoon, also. Hopefully the evening will go as well. Hope you have a good day!

Grey mountain ranges Dark lakes, potholed roads, and rain... Welcoming me home.

Double post - second one (this one) deleted.

Thankfully, our wee bit of snow has now all disappeared. Which means it's safe again for me to work from a ladder set against the boundary wall. I'm just in for a cup of coffee and a snack. It's raining slightly, but not enough to force me inside permanently; particularly as I am somewhat sheltered from it by the wall. Although I am having to be careful not to get drenched from the rain-soaked Russian vine and ivy that I am slowly cutting away from the top of the wall. If the weather doesn't turn too wet, I'm hopeful I shall get this job finished before the weekend is over. Although the gathering up of the last of the brushwood, and clearing of the fallen stones, can wait awhile; if only because I first intend getting on with that job of cutting back and tidying up that boundary hedge in the upper garden that I mentioned a while back. These two jobs (the sheds and the boundary hedge) are the two main jobs that I promised myself last summer to get done in the garden this winter.

Greetings, young Albert!

That's what confused me as well, Page. I know Sherye later said that she was joking with Bucket. And, certainly, the first sentence in her reply was funny. It was the later pot/kettle reference that left me totally confused.

Sort of what I thought as well, Albert.

Well it's not far off 1:00 am here, so I suppose it's getting time for my beauty sleep. Before I go, I'll leave you all with this song and accompanying video. And this time, I think I'll simply dedicate it to myself.

"Remarkably, on the high slopes of Slieve League there are remains of an early Christian monastic site, with chapel and beehive huts. There are also ancient stone remains that suggest that the mountain was a site of pilgrimage before the arrival of Christianity. At Carrigan Head, on the way to the main viewing area, you can see a Signal Tower built in the early years of the 19th century to watch for a possible French invasion. Close to the viewing area you can see stones, which marked out the word “Éire” as a navigation aid for aircraft during World War II." Quoted from: https://www.ireland.com/en-gb/destinations/republic-of-ireland/donegal/articles/waw-slieve-league-cliffs/

Indeed!

Albert! A great spot, with great views on a clear day! They're about 80 miles from me, and I've visited them many times; although not in the past 12 months for obvious reasons (Covid). They're among the highest sea cliffs in Europe, rising 609 metres (1,998 feet) above the Atlantic Ocean. That makes them almost three times the height of the more famous (to tourists) Cliffs of Moher in County Clare, which rise to 214 metres (702 feet) above the Atlantic. Cliffs of Moher, County Clare, Ireland.

It can be evil This exchange reminds me of the following: 'Spell Checker Blues' Eye halve a spelling chequer It came with my pea sea It plainly marques four my revue Miss steaks eye kin knot sea. Eye strike a key and type a word And weight four it two say Weather eye am wrong oar write It shows me strait a weigh. As soon as a mist ache is maid It nose bee fore two long And eye can put the error rite Its rarely ever wrong. Eye have run this poem threw it I am shore your pleased two no Its letter perfect in it's weigh My chequer tolled me sew. Anon

Greetings, Drew!

On your bed?

Good day, bro! Well, it looks like you have your helper all ready to go. Well, once he takes his jacket off, that is. Just as long as there are no distractions, the pair of you should fly through the work!

Well, it is originally from your quarter of the world. New Zealand, apparently.

Greetings, Bucket! Half way through your work week now?

Also far, far, far more snow than would be needed for that effigy of wee Drew.

Fortunately we don't have huskies around these parts! Maybe because we don't tend to get much snow.

Thanks for the interesting synopsis and critique, Page.

Greetings, young Albert!

Does that mean I was a day early with my chocolate cake yesterday? And you could maybe just think of the snow as a blanket of white chocolate... But I'd advise you not to eat any yellow snow!

I love sea shanties. I remember we used to sing (chant?) them when I was at primary school in England. But, whilst this one could become a bit of an earworm for me, I'm not sure whether I'd be really happy to have a sea shanty about whaling stuck in my head... Here's a little backstory about the writing of the shanty, and the relevance of the word Wellerman: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Soon_May_the_Wellerman_Come