Soil movements

The digging paused for a while, as plumbing became more important.
I lost an expensive drill bit in a wall, never to be removed by man, woman or 2 SDS hammer drills, one of which has a knackered gear box, and it was borrowed from a friend.

The moral is... never borrow tools!

I helped a little with the filling in of the driveway trench, so I could leave it safe, and depart back to Wales for a couple of days.


More pipe has to be laid, and buried deep enough to avoid frost.

We connected it all up, only to find I had no water in my bathroom, so once again, we had to buy extra bits... re-route the water... but I did have the best shower I have ever had in that house, last night.
I have good water pressure... and no sign of a leak... and its been a bastard of a few days!!



My Mum sent me an apple tree a few years ago. A Bardsey Island apple tree. I thought I would show you some of my harvest.. :D
But please do look at this link... Welsh Apples grown in Lincolnshire

Below is a rose from my front garden, this originally came from Kent, thanks Brit's brother.

more tunnels

The digging has had to continue...

We now have a second hole and the prospect of having to dig under a fence... and also drilling into my kitchen floor, later today.


We have found where the pipe has been squashed, although no sign of a leak. Some of the soil has been rather wet, but that was near the fence, where we have avoided digging.


The new pipe can be put down without the need to tunnel under the fence.






My legs are now covered in bruises, my back aches, and my arms and shoulders find it difficult holding my iBook.

Find the water leak!

I am now aching from head to foot and have to face a second day of trying to be a human mole.

I am now once again back in Lincolnshire to try and sort out more problems with my decaying house. I have always had low water pressure here, but it has suddenly got a lot worse, and yet my water meter says its working flat out, even when no taps are turned on. So, I have had to admit the trickle of water that should be a shower, is useless and start to do something about it.

The photographs are of yesterdays work...


This is a typical passageway between 2 semi-detached houses in UK. The houses were built in the 1930s.

We are having to trace the pipe from the front where the water meter is, right round to the back where my kitchen and bathroom are, in an extension built onto the house in the 1980s.



It was difficult to find where the pipe left the meter, so a bit of tunneling had to take place, under the pavement.


And this is only day 1....

To plug or not to plug...

A few days ago I discovered this beast in my bath. Not an unusual occurrence at this time of year, but one I felt I ought to share with you all, because I am nasty like that.
I wrestled it into submission and coped womanfully with it, I am ok with spiders, its moths that bother me.
So now my dilemma. I know more will be lurking in the dark shadows of my house, it will have had sisters and cousins to guard my house. So, as I am away for a week or so... should I put the plug in my bath or not?

Do these beasts get in that way?... Do they escape that way? Will putting the plug in provide a lifeline for escape? Maybe it should be allowed out?

Dilemmas...