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You're more than welcome to keep the snow, Albert! Because we normally get so very little of it here in the northwest of Ireland, when it does come we are just not prepared for it.

And now we're actually on page 2093.

Thanks for the comment, Val. Although, I think that what you are really saying is that it sound only very slightly similar to where you live...

Cheers, Gary! Although, I often think we get just a little bit more than our fair share of rain in this part of Ireland... If I could, I'd gladly send some of it your way. Although @Albert1434 might be more in need of it...

Well, between the rain showers (and during them at times) I managed to get a few hours work done on clearing the overgrowth from the two old sheds today. The first real chance I have had since the snow put a temporary halt to the work last weekend. Most of the work was done from the neighbour's side of the boundary wall, but here's a photo that I took from my side just as it was coming on dark this evening: As you can see, the vast bulk of the overgrowth has now been cut away. But what's left is still going to be difficult to remove, largely because there's a mat, maybe a centimetre or two (half to one inch) thick of decayed leaves, etc, formed on top of the wall, that the ivy has sent aerial roots into, and some of the thinner branches are embedded in. I'm having to cut all of that away, inch by inch in places. But I still reckon one more good day's work (or possibly two) should see everything finally removed.

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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.

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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?