The electrician came yesterday to fit new heating controls and thermostat, and do the electrical safety tests I need for letting - a moral rather than a legal requirement. Of course, the fuse box didn't have enough RCDs which meant a new fuse box, and the bathroom light wasn't right which meant a new light, and it all added up to a nice big bill. This afternoon the plumber should be coming to fit TRVs, sort out a couple of dripping taps, service the boiler and do the gas safety tests. I'm expecting another hefty bill. But I want to get the house as right as it can be for my tenants, while I'm still in it, and I want to encourage them to have a small carbon footprint.
I've spent the last few days sorting stuff - what I'm taking with me to Mucknell, what is going into storage, what is for the tip, charity shops, recycling and the bin. I didn't think I had all that much stuff, except books, but I was wrong! I've accumulated junk with the best of them since I moved into house ownership. So I'm trying to aim for a bit of simplicity and err on the side of not taking stuff to Mucknell... except books!
Between September 2010 and September 2011, I lived alongside an Anglican Benedictine community of monks and nuns. In November 2010, we moved from Broad Marston Manor near Evesham to Mucknell Abbey, a new eco-monastery near Worcester. This blog was about things that I observed and things that interested me. I have now stopped writing it. Thank you to all who were also interested.
Thursday, 26 August 2010
Wednesday, 25 August 2010
Wild swimming
... or what folks in days of yore would have called 'swimming'.
Yesterday I finally got round to something I wanted to do before leaving Devon - swim in one of the Dartmoor rivers. It's been years since I last did any wild swimming, in Loch Hasco on Skye, I think. The sea around the south west and Pembrokeshire doesn't count, although possibly the east and west coasts of Iona and Sandwood Bay (very briefly!) might. I had thought of floating down the Otter to the sea, but there hasn't been enough rain and the water level is too low, so Dartmoor seemed a better bet.
So Alice and I umm'ed and aah'ed and looked at the forecast, and weighed up the other option of blackberrying, and eventually decided to go for it. We parked in Hembury Woods near Buckfastleigh. There are handy signs from the car park down to the Dart, and we managed to find a section which wasn't rapids and looked deep enough. Alice was still dubious, but on with the wetsuits and in we plunged... and wow! Roger Deakin (Waterlog) and Alice Roberts (BBC4 prog) and everyone else are more than right. There is nothing like it. Total immersion in river and banks and woods and valley and rapids and sunshine and dragonflies and rocks and current and cold and peat and silkiness. We attempted to swim against the current, which gave us a good look at a small section of bank for a few minutes, and then we stopped and floated downstream. We got out just above the island, and walked back further to the upper rapids for the thrill of plunging into the fast current, then did it again in just swimsuits. Too many people walking their dogs for skinny dipping!
The feeling of exhilaration and the big grin lasted all the way back to Exeter. No pictures, I'm afraid. Nary a camera between us.
Yesterday I finally got round to something I wanted to do before leaving Devon - swim in one of the Dartmoor rivers. It's been years since I last did any wild swimming, in Loch Hasco on Skye, I think. The sea around the south west and Pembrokeshire doesn't count, although possibly the east and west coasts of Iona and Sandwood Bay (very briefly!) might. I had thought of floating down the Otter to the sea, but there hasn't been enough rain and the water level is too low, so Dartmoor seemed a better bet.
So Alice and I umm'ed and aah'ed and looked at the forecast, and weighed up the other option of blackberrying, and eventually decided to go for it. We parked in Hembury Woods near Buckfastleigh. There are handy signs from the car park down to the Dart, and we managed to find a section which wasn't rapids and looked deep enough. Alice was still dubious, but on with the wetsuits and in we plunged... and wow! Roger Deakin (Waterlog) and Alice Roberts (BBC4 prog) and everyone else are more than right. There is nothing like it. Total immersion in river and banks and woods and valley and rapids and sunshine and dragonflies and rocks and current and cold and peat and silkiness. We attempted to swim against the current, which gave us a good look at a small section of bank for a few minutes, and then we stopped and floated downstream. We got out just above the island, and walked back further to the upper rapids for the thrill of plunging into the fast current, then did it again in just swimsuits. Too many people walking their dogs for skinny dipping!
The feeling of exhilaration and the big grin lasted all the way back to Exeter. No pictures, I'm afraid. Nary a camera between us.
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