oldwoodcutter

It’s nearly 30 years since I was , picking up my daughters.

Certainly is, I used to sit in my car to pick my daughters up and enjoy watching the fights in the car park at chucking out time, better than match of the day some Saturday nights

Talking of milk floats, I faced up to a large gang of pikies once who were trying to grab all my kit roadside over at Walpole Highway. I overheard my son in law say to the staff afterwards , he’s got a lot of bottle to do that . I piped up that i used to be a milkman, which lightened the mood somewhat.

Of the 3 self employed climbers I’v talked to within the last fortnight , all have said the same thing - dead as.

Pleased to see another bank holiday Easter , that’s true. The possibility of driving to the coast has been suggested, but sitting in a queue for 2 hours,then spending a further hour finding a parking spot, buying fish n chips on the quay at £25 per portion, then queuing for 2 hours to get out is rather less than appealing.

Comms are almost compulsory between a climber and traffic management guys on the roads like stop go boards, when one misunderstood hand signal or shout could be catastrophic.

I can still get off my bed when the job calls for it. Would have been even earlier but I fell asleep again putting my socks on.

There’s not a standing tree over 80 years old within 250 miles of cologne as we absolutely flattened everything. Plenty of concrete though.

On the other side of the coin , a 14 year old was chatting to me in the yard this morning, I know they speak a different language to us old fogies , but he’d listened to the news this past week , and was genuinely really upset that his dad ( who is a desk bound civilian ) will probably have to go and fight in the war in a couple of years. I offered him a few well chosen words, but to use a modern term , he was getting stressed out about it all.