a steady whirr, pushing dry fresh air into the heart of the stone
caravan; this it continued to do for the next 4.5 hours.
This is what it was supposed to do, as long as the sun was shining on it.
What was more exciting - when I came back into the house after stacking
the woodpile, for the first time in my recollection, the stone caravan
smelt of...
... fresh air. (and a bit a smoke)
It's too early to break out the (elderflower) champagne, but not too
early to experiment with closing the window.
Down comes all the green plastic mesh (to start a new life as a mat for
muddy sections of the garden path).
Up go the sashes.
Bye bye owl pellets - you won't be missed, I have a fine collection now,
thank you.
Bye bye dessicated corpse of the swallow that couldn't.
Now I have to leave you for several weeks; little solar fan, please do
your thing, and keep my house dry-ish!
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