I drove into town to meet hubby.  We had a coffee and tested our wits with the day’s newspaper nonogram, which had an odd set of letters to play with. We managed a score of 17 words against the 34 the newspaper said they got.

Jauntily walking home hand-in-hand with hubby in the crisp bright day, he turned to me and said, just as we neared our street,

I think I’ll  get the hose out and wash the car“.

I stopped in my tracks…. I forgot the car! ***!!!**&&**!!   I left it parked in the town…..

Guess who walked back to retrieve it…..well, it was a nice day and I told myself the extra walk was good for me; and so it was.


nice car

nice vintage car….not mine


Courtesy Of Photobucket 



Checking the hourly weather forecast means I have been able to contentedly get a load of washing done and out on the line as soon as the fierce precipitations and the heavy clouds passed. I even shoved a pile of towels into the washing machine, they did not get pegged out onto the line till about 5pm. In-between I took some of the now dry stuff indoors. What was left was a bit damp. I’ve been glancing at the rotating washing line turn and turn in the light wind and keeping an eye on the skies…just in case.

An hour and a half later,just as we sat down to our evening meal, a horrible heavy yellow cloud clung to the skies overhead and we saw spots of rain on the window. Hubs and I dashed out to rescue the laundry. The tea towels were damp and the heavier towels were in need of a bit more time to blow in the wind. Just to be on the safe side, we unpegged everything. Thirty minutes later,the skies were inviting, clear and sunny. As I write, (20.04) the towels are back on the washing line, getting a good blowing from the wind. We can’t leave the towels out overnight as rain is forecast. They’ll be cold when we do bring them in but, hopefully, they will be a lot less wet and it will be easier to finish drying them.

What fun one do have in the pursuit of natural drying (in the style of a certain Mr S Pepys). 😉


There it was writ large on the very local weather chart……my window of opportunity to get bed washing, (sheets etc) out the line to dry – assuming there was a bit of drying wind – from 08:47 hrs (approx) till about 18:00 hrs. The remaining towels are currently en route, via the washing machine, to the rotary drying line in the garden. After that – maybe, I might just get enough time to put some general wash out to benefit from the drying wind. And after that, maybe, I will be treated to a visit to the caffé in town!



This one is the ‘builders’ best’ whirly washing line…. said the sales assistant.
The other one, you can see has a bigger and longer metal post and you can adjust the height of it.….The sales patter went on about the comparative strengths of the two whirly washing lines… So it’s easy to see why ‘the builders’ best’ won’t last as long as the other one; if you’re lucky you might get use of it for about ten years, whereas the bigger adjustable whirly dryer would probably give you much, much longer use.

Oh really, how long do you think?”, fifteen years or a bit more, according to what customers tell us.

That’s interesting,we’ve had the one we are replacing for twenty-six years, and it’s the same as your ‘builders’ best’.”……… “Oooh, that’s not bad is it.”



Every time I thought it would be a good time to get some washing done thus far today, it clouded over and really heavy showers pelted down. Now, there is every sign of a further repetition and I can feel the temperature has dropped.

Try as I might to be economic with fuel, I think I shall be doing piles of washing at the end of this week to dry off in the tumble dryer. Two smaller washes are already doing their ‘thing’ over radiator airers.

the weather forecaster I saw and listened to yesterday, described the day to come,(today) as “A usable day“. Usable, for what?



I thought about photographing the burnt black and torn leaves of my nasturtium plants, the bowed bunches of chives and my urn-shaped strawberry pot, being used for a bit of floral colour rather than soft fruit. What is extruding from the urn looks pretty sorry for itself.

Then I changed my mind about creating pictorial evidence of the havoc wreaked on my plants, because of the storms and the torrents of rain that ripped through this area last weekend. Instead, I started to tidy up my salad and herb patch as best I could in between more showers of rain.

Meantime, on the washing line, where washing swayed in the wind this afternoon while the weather looked deceptively promising, the towels got damp and the bedding ended up as wet as it was when originally pegged out to dry. It could have been worse, the washing could have been wetter.

(A wash – not today’s – drying in the wind one day).

Rotary Line + laundry


We went out today just before noon in temperatures a bit unfriendly for me for the time of year. I tempted fate by wearing pink cropped trousers, and a red cotton V-necked Tee top. Because we are in the far north, I also slipped on a zip up micro-fleece and over the top of it, a quilted gilet. My visible homage to late Spring was what could be seen of my bare calf muscles to my ankles, bordered with my trainer socks peeping out from my trainers.

The strategy was to walk away from the direction of the wind. We passed a bay of well camouflaged basking seals,continued tramping along the edge of a field, then came to some sloping grassland that curved round to a rocky outfall. That is when we got blasted by heavy rain! We beat a hasty retreat the way we came, the only way, getting very wet before we reached the shelter of the car, where, we took stock of our washed out plans.

My last thought when we went out this morning, (before shutting the door) was whether I should have got some washing done ‘in between weather’ for putting outside on the line to dry. The blunt and obvious answer is, with hindsight (in this case foresight) very definitely, “no”. We really have been blasted with fierce chilly winds this week. When the weather has been dry, the winds have been forceful enough to dry heavy towels very quickly, so long as they were well pegged. Sheets that were rinsed because bird muck landed on them, also benefitted from quick drying.

I had visions of me being clawed and lifted by the winds as I grappled to get billowing washing off the line; it, (the winds) blasting me off to the Outer Hebrides with a heavy towel and a bed sheet following in my wake. I would be no Mary Poppins, umbrella held high floating elegantly off into the hazy distance – I would arrive more like a startled cannoned Dumbo The Elephant.

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There is nothing to post about, said the blank sleepy half of my mind. …. Oh yes there is, said the busy more energetic half. ….. Right clever clogs, what should I blog about then? The wind of course, what else?…..Lots of places have wind, people know what wind is like …..yes, they do. You have your experience and they have theirs. I couldn’t argue with that logic. Here is my experience of today’s windy conditions.

I fought with the high winds today to get washing onto the line. Having been slapped around the face a few times by wet washing I succeeded in getting the items triple pegged up, then chased after the wash basket and the peg bag as they whizzed down the garden at a rate of knots.

The wind had got fiercer when the last lot of washing was pegged out on the line. This time, I tried to keep one foot in the wash basket to hold it in place. With one hand I grabbed at the circular washing line; it needed all my strength to hold it. I felt myself being pulled round. The foot in the basket rose, like I was about to do a leg stretch fly-past. I let go of the line and got my two feet placed firmly on the ground. Finding it safer to pick up a garment first with pegs in teeth, I grabbed again at the washing line. Thus, by this method, the job was completed and I chased yet again, at some speed, after the errant wash basket and the peg bag which were making another dash elsewhere.

The problem is, the winds are still very fierce, sounds like gale force has really loudly set in, and I’ve got to reverse the process, unpeg the washing from the line, make sure it doesn’t fly off,and all the while keep myself upright.

See, said busy mind, I told you so, there’s your post. Now go and fight again with the elements. Right, I begrudgingly think, but after that, I am going to let my sleepy mind take over.



About 11.30pm on the 7th April, I remembered I had washing outside drying on the line, my second load. It was very, very windy day, though mild, but close to gale force. I prided myself on my prowess getting the washing pegged out on the line. :p

By lunchtime it was really cold. I grabbed the washing off the line – my first load- as quickly as I could, at that point deciding I couldn’t face a cold battering for the second wash that was ready for drying.

At tea time, the wind subsided a little. I timidly put my nose out the door and decided I could risk pinning the second load of laundry on the line. That was why, late at night, I found myself, in the dark, taking washing off the line. The items were cold but dry.

The next morning, when I arose, I saw the rain was falling steadily. The day was best described as one of April showers, some of them pretty heavy. The wind had not gone, but it was less pervasive, and best of all, I had got my second wash load in, in good time.


Flippin’ horder! >:XX After all these years, I trusted that he had emptied out his pockets; he always has done.

My dark wash load was covered in a soft coat of red fluff outside and in. The socks were protected by a mini fine mesh laundry bag; that’s something that’s okay anyway.

Hubby has this thing about collecting up serviettes wherever he is. He doesn’t bother with the cheap thin varieties, they are usually the lovely soft thick ones. How was I to know he’d stuffed a white one in the right trouser pocket and a red one in the left.

There’s no wind today to blow any of the fluff off. The next trick will be to find much of the extra pulpy paper all over our bed. >:-[ Hubbie’s pyjamas were in the wash too, as were some of my silky undies.

When the laundry is dry, we’ll have a go at sucking the fluff off with the vacuum cleaner. I am a bit dubious about the level of success in removing the unwanted coating.