Author Archives: Digby Young

15th January 2012 Well, I didn’t get to assemble the digester last week end after all. All the frantic sorting out and uploading of auditions I had done before Christmas remained unseen and ignored while everybody was “Home” in Europe, … Continue reading →

4th January 2012 First post in my Caledon Post Box, that is, and it is a little weird all round. At left is the cover picture of a 2012 calendar, sent to me by my (ex) Mother-In-Law in Savonlinna, Finland. … Continue reading →

30th December 2011 Spent several days in the Workshop, doing a combination of little jobs and tidying / sorting as I go. Made a “lectern” to raise the laptop to a more ergonomic height when using an external keyboard. My … Continue reading →

Saturday 24th December 2011 A rather scrappy few days – Jeff has been hijacked to apply preservative to a log-home on the other side of the village while the rain holds off. When he has appeared he seems to have … Continue reading →

15th to 19th December 2011 Three weeks have passed since my last post and I have left many a sod unturned. Not through lack of willingness, but through lack of time for things agricultural. By deciding to play by the … Continue reading →

29th November 2011             I’d had no communication from Hobby Wendy’s (Their redundant apostrophe!) since I received their banking details, so I just had to hope that they would keep to their delivery date. About 07h45 I received a phone … Continue reading →

Sunday 27th November 2011 White Flowers(?) with Christa’s Tree and Boggy Heritage Hovel in the background I had delegated the task of tackling Cape Heritage to Guy, since he knows the territory – in more senses than one. Oh dear! … Continue reading →

Sunday 20th November 2011 Thirty-Five degrees Celsius in the cabin! Not a day for physical work, but I’ve had to do laundry, which counts as hard labour in this morning sun. Most of the week was spent levelling and compacting … Continue reading →

November 8th 2011 Six months away from Boggy Pond! A month or so longer than my worst expectations, but we are grateful for the six-month work “spike” which kept me away. Not a month went by that I didn’t pine … Continue reading →

Five past midnight and I’m sitting in the door of the hut with only a candle sputtering behind me on the desk. A tumbler with a little Old Brown on standby against the creeping winter chill while I write this on my cell phone. Continue reading →