Richard's Retirement Blog
Macclesfield and Leek
On my way back from Chrismas in Glasgow, a fault developed in the caravan mains wiring - the 10A circuit, which serves the various sockets, was tripping the RCD. Last week I investigated, and (with the help of advice from ..., who used to work for the makers of this Counsumer Unit) did most of the remedial work; and today, on a hard-standing pitch of very coarse gravel which was not fun to crawl around on, like the stuff on railway tracks, I've been in the backs of cupboards and under the van to finish the job. And had to botch it temporarily, because I've forgotten a certain junction box necessary to do it properly. Now I'll need another session at it. Grrr! (If you're electrically minded and want more detail, it's here.)
Three quiet days, with some cycling, and a lot of time watching videos in the caravan. The weather has been dry, mostly, but grey, with showers in the afternoon and wind in the evening. Today is particularly uninviting, and I haven't got motivated yet - it's past one o'clock - to go out at all. I have sterelised the van water system, though, which is a necessary chore from time to time.
The weather has been very wet, so no cycling. I've been watching Harry Potter films which M. lent me: good clean fun, even if (like the Famous Five) Harry and his friends get out of situations which really ought to be beyond them.
Yesterday we did a gig - lighting and recording - for a concert by Stafford and District Operatic Society in St Mary's Collegiate Church, Stafford. It was quite a rush - drive home to collect stuff, pick up J., collect more stuff from the Little Theatre, drive to Stafford. Afterwards, reverse the process, except that I didn't need to call at home - I dumped everything at the theatre. That's when I found that, in the very hurried tear-down, someone has loaded into my car a drum of cable that does not belong to me. Bother!
Arriving back at the caravan site after midnight, I turned into the top of Messuage Lane, where a Police - Slow! sign was displayed - and drove straight into a deep puddle. Being in it before I saw it, I drove very slowly on, realising with some trepidation that it was getting deeper ... and deeper ... at the worst point I could hear the water sloshing against the floor of the car ... to paraphrase Hagrid, I should not be doing this. I should NOT be doing this. But I got away with it, parked away from the caravan to avoid disturbing the neighbours, and was distrurbed myself after one o'clock by some of those same neighbours having a very noisy party. C'est la vie.
More pics of the flood here.
Enquiries having established that the cable drum does not belong to any of us, it must belong to the church - so I had to drive back to Stafford today to return it. Bother! That was after M. came for coffee - very pleasant - and to recover her Harry Potter DVDs (thanks for the loan), and before going back to bed for half an hour to catch up on sleep. That half-hour turned into three, so it's been a quiet afternoon. And this evening? Write what you're reading, of course.
Tomorrow, I go to Leek.