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Wednesday, 30 January 2013
The Story of Rory.
With the work being done in our barn, my new ride-on mower, 'Rory', was forced to spent the worst of the Winter outdoors under a flimsy, and hole-filled, car cover.
At times Rory has been invisible under two foot of snow, the poor boy has been pelted with hailstones, and he's spent countless days under pouring rain. In fact, he could hardly have spent a more taxing and illness-inducing Winter.
Yesterday afternoon was Spring-like and warm, so I decided to see what had become of him. I was expecting to find Badgers, Rats, or even Squirrels amongst his inner workings, but when I took off the tattered cover I was astounded to find everything much in order. He was even quite clean.
Then came the important bit. I had no doubt whatsoever that the small battery would be dead, but turned the key 'just for fun'. He started without even the slightest cough.
In appreciation of his courage, he is now, once again, tucked-up inside the barn (see above), where he is being pampered on the newly laid smooth concrete floor.
We went with friends to the Scallop festival in Whitianga; a charming
seaside town in the Coromandal District.
Had a great time...5000 people, lots of wine...
3 years ago
The difference between an optimist and a pessimist, is that the optimist enjoys himself whilst waiting for the inevitable! I AM that optimist!
This is a daily, optimistic, 'photos and comments' blog. I make no judgements (only occasionally), just notes. If you wish to comment in any way at all, please feel free. Everything and everyone is very welcome.
I was born just south of London, but for the past 44 years I've lived in S W France. I am a painter by profession, and writer by desire. Lady Magnon and I live in an ancient cottage, in a tiny village, in perfectly tranquil countryside. We have a vegetable garden called 'Haddock's' (this may crop up from time to time), a Border Collie/Black Lab' cross called Bok, a cat called Freddie, plenty of fruit trees, and a view that takes the breath away. I try to treat our planet with respect, and encourage others to do likewise (without preaching).
Contentment is a glass of red, a plate of charcuterie, and a slice of good country bread. Perfect!