There was no doing with Nigel this morning when two gentleman from Network Rail arrived to clear railway bank next to us, as it’s all rather overgrown and putting pressure on the wooden fence in our car park area.
Let’s just say it was bright orange boiler suits and hard hats akimbo out the back ……
…….. and how romantic is it to have a gap in the fence blown out cut with an almost unfeasibly manly acetylene torch to enable safe passage beyond, Nigel was almost beside himself.
Once safely through the gap there quickly followed sounds of a chainsaw action and crashing branches type nature, though sadly no calls of “timmmmmmmmmber” ……
I warned Nigel in no uncertain terms that he was not to venture a single centimetre through said gap, no matter how tempting ……..
…….. leaving him only able to listen to the glorious felling noises coming from yonder and catch the occasional tantalising glimpse of orange through the dense, but slowly clearing undergrowth …….
…… until he could bear it no more, knowing that, if he wasn’t quick, Kata our lovely and thoughtful neighbour would be out there like a shot, saying something sympathetic like, “…… you two must be very hot” and then offering some sort of liquid refreshment, but Nigel was on a mission and determined to beat her to it ………
……. managing to call over the fence first, his offer readily accepted with orders take …….
…….. resulting in our finest china mugs, plus a whole packet of McVities Rich Tea biscuits disappearing over the fence to eagerly awaiting hands accompanied by a little friendly banter. The boy “dun gud”
There was an air of sadness around Nigel when the bank was eventually successful cleared, the metal fence secured with cables to prevent any further damage, the gap closed and the gentlemen left ……
…….. but at least he was able to serve his Queen and country on the comestible front without upsetting The Lovely Kata too much!
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