Although it wasn’t in a forest (my favourite) I went for a morning run along the single track road, a long uphill on the way which meant all downhill on the way back..result. Sheep and cows looked slightly bemused as I passed. It’s a quiet road and I was only passed by a couple of bikes, two cars and a farmer on his quad checking his livestock.

When I got back I cleared the nettle patch again.. the whole path at the side of el shacko had again turned green and prickly. Another 2 wheelbarrows piles high and balanced carefully on the way down the hill to the communal fire pit.

I then finished brushing the cobwebs and leaves from one side of el shacko and gave it a couple of coats of paint. Although I had bought a huge tub of paint, I found another one in the shed. The shed is as sheds should be; full of things you might need some day. I could only just reach the top bits on the very top step of the ladder but a square of metal found in the grass helped steady the feet. The previous owners seemed to have painted the front then not bothered about the rest. There is green moss on the back so before I paint I’m going to have to wire brush it off.

Meanwhile on the roof, Mac and the neighbour found the source of the water leak. It’s just a split seal around the chimney, easy to fix with a thick coating of aquaseal. Unfortunately that’s not one of the things in the shed.

Mac lit another fire, this time using traditional coal. I’m not sure what the other coal was but it was oddly uniform, a bit like potatoes. It burned beautifully, leaving soft, glowing eggs of ash that crumbled when touched. The smell and the spikiness of the traditional coal reminded me of growing up. The fire helped dry out the damp carpet and roof and warmed the whole place.

Freshly painted