Saturday, 29 January 2011
Which holes to mend?
It is a lovely sunny day here today but very cold. This morning a kind friend called for me and took me into town. We then met with friends in our favourite watering hole - The Golden Lion - for coffee. I went to the charity shop first with a bag of jig saw puzzles and was so long chatting that they sent out a search party for me!
The farmer is out shooting so after a soup lunch Tess and I walked down the lane. What a hive of activity it was, for the Arbitrary Roadmen were there. You can imagine, Winter has wreaked havoc with our road surfaces and many enormous potholes have resulted. A few weeks ago someone came round with a pot of yellow paint and drew a circle around those holes deemed suitable for repair. In the ensuing delay most of the yellow paint has washed away.
Today a man in an orange suit walked up the centre of the lane, followed by a lorry holding what I presume to be hot tarmacadam, followed by a dinky little roller and two more men bringing up the rear. Some holes were filled with hot tarmac, raked even and then rolled, other holes seemed to be ignored. Great clouds of steam rose into the air, there was a nice, nose-clearing smell of tar and then they moved on.
I thought you might like to see the pictures.
How long the repairs last in anybody's guess as many of the holes had water (melted ice) in them but I suppose, in these days of recession and austerity what do a few potholes matter between friends and neighbours?
When we returned to the farm a scattering of feathers - maybe from a collared dove - suggest that the sparrow hawk came through today and that he scored a hit. He comes through most days but then he has to live, hasn't he?