Listening to: What Is And What Should Never Be (Led Zeppelin)
It's gone: all grey and murky
I'm in the bottom field and Marcus is showing me exactly where I've gone wrong preparing to put up a fence. The middle strainer is a bit out of line, giving the fence ever such a hint of a kink. And as for the gatepost. . .
That apart, it's a terrific way to spend the afternoon (as long as you watch your fingers). It's sunny and breezy - Westray at its very best - and Marcus takes great delight confusing me with snatches of Orkney dialect.
In an attempt to seem all enthusiastic and to try to head off another embarrassing moment when asked to hand over a flange gusseter or somesuch, I ask the name of the excellent gizmo Marcus has, a chain with two grips and a handle which he is using to tighten the fence.
"Ah yes, those would be fence tighteners."