Had to spend the day wrestling with 16 metres of flexible liner on top of a boarding school. To this end I was assisted by the 2 G's, who arrived directly from Glasgow, in Georges Mercedes Sprinter.
Another day of blustery showers helped to concentrate the mind during various balancing acts on the roof. Proceedings got off to a bad start when I realised the extension to the roof ladder was 70 miles away. Inevitably there was going to be a shortage of ladder. Having managed to climb onto a section of Baronial Frontage I got the ladder pushed up the roof and hooked over the ridge. Then a length of rope attached to the bottom rung would have to do for crawling up the bottom section of steeply angled slates. Work as play, a kind of sport or outdoor activity is my way of looking at it. Anyway since this was the north side of the building each time a shower came over the slates would be rewetted and their slimey green covering reactivated. The consequence of this reduced coefficient of friction between myself and the roof had the effect of expunging all the usual wittering thoughts. And all the more so, when saddled with a bucket of cement. This Oneness with the slates focused awareness and action thus freeing the mind from the binds of its own idle chatter. However the low point was when Graham came back at lunch time with burgers from a snack van in a nearby lay-by that's hardly ever open..."I got you a burger....."
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