Progress Irish style
Day three of The Siege.
The dog woke me early this morning. It’s just as well I was awake then as there was the faint sound of heavy machinery out on the road. It only lasted a few minutes and I would have missed it if I had been asleep.
There has been blissful silence since then.
I just took a look out the gate.
The lane is still there looking a little like a road in Iceland with all its puddles and cracks.
The solitary cone is still there too.
There is a new feature though. There is now a large excavator parked at the top end of the lane. It’s abandoned. There is no sign of anyone anywhere. I doubt they’re going to finish this week, unless they’re foreigners of course. Foreigners know how to work. Maybe the ten days siege will start when they start work and not last Monday?
I don’t think they will have removed the lane by this evening?
I might drop down to the village for coffee………..
Get that coffee in a to go cup; just in case. My take in these situations is to hope for the best and plan for the worst.
In deed things are moving quickly. On my return from the village I noticed there is now a sign warning of loose chippings ahead. It’s tucked behind a telephone pole so It’s barely visible. I think it’s probably the same sign that was dumped in my ditch a year or so ago.