Wet wet wet

The Crofter left this morning on the Aberdeen train. Seven hours later I call him: Is there a tap on the water pipe that comes from the burn? (Said pipe supplies water for cows troughs and polytunnel). Him: No, why? (N.B. Background noise means he’s sat at the airport) Me: It’s got a hole and there’s a high pressure water foundation coming from it which I need to fix. Him: A hole? How? Me: Hmm, I shot it. Why didn’t you bury that pipe way back? How was I supposed to see it under the grass! I hate to think … Continue reading Wet wet wet