Hay

Tuesday night, Hobo had suggested that we collect the hay for Steve sometime early in the morning as it was too hot by 10am. Sure enough, he turns up at 10:40! We loaded up the hand cart and took around to Steve and then Hobo suggested that we have a beer break at the shop. (The shop keeping a supply in the fridge)

There was an interesting bit of street theatre with the woman in the shop as she wanted to catch the post van. So she quickly shut the shop (we hadn't paid yet). She went to the Posta van and some people turned up and waited. No problem but coming up to closing time she'd just locked he shop when two people turned up desperately needing something or other. She'd wanted to catch the ice-cream van now and looked down the street to see if she had enough time to open the shop and serve them. Of course it came past while she was in there but Hobo flagged it down.
After the beer break it was back to storing the hay.

I seem to have mastered the art of unloading the cart as it only takes me 2 or 3 forkfuls to clear it but it takes Hobo much longer to put it in the hay room. (To be fair, it does need a bit of fiddling with.) There were another to loads to get from the garden so of we went again. While stacking the handcart up I managed to knock the head off the fork! Looks like the nail had worked loose. So bit of a QUAD repair and by this time, black clouds had come rolling in. The temperature had dropped noticeably, thank goodness, and it was starting to spit. Hobo said this would be the last load today because of the rain and off we went. It was starting to rain properly while we unloaded and Hobo wanted to get the cart back to the owner before it really opened up.

So, there's me and Hobo running up the street towing the hand cart and as well as the rain, it starts raining hailstones! big ones too, like broad bean sized! (Nice and cool though). After dropping it off we quickly made our way to the pub absolutely drenched. The locals inside waited 10 mins and never got a drop on them.

Oh, and Steve's new kid arrived. Lots of talk on the lines of "THIS time don't sell him but keep him to make sausages with".