On Heat.

We have had a long spell of fine weather, though there is a hint of Autumn in the air. The need to get the firewood in is getting more & more urgent. It is also a very busy time on the road as the conditions are ideal for us to deal to the problem areas before the rains. There is no place hotter to work though, as the heat reflected off the seal makes it feel if you are in a dehydrator, and the stock in the paddocks pant in the shade under the trees. Cruelly today we were working in sight of a pub. This was torture of Abu Ghraib proportions. A lot of the local farmers and more sensible types about had decided that it was so hot, the only sensible thing to do was slide down for a few cold ones. We worked on. The local cop cruised in, chucked his uniform in the boot & wandered in. We worked on. The local towie with a car on the back pulled in, closely followed by the garage owner. It was getting difficult to concentrate on the job & the traffic, but still we worked on. Finally, - At last, - Thank God, - it was home time. Short post - I'm off to the pub.