Tuesday, 2 May 2017
A misty morning wander
Friday, 28 April 2017
Bring on the power cuts ~ The Champ is ready ....
The Reliance Transfer Box |
Circuits and Balancing ~
Before doing any installing, another prerequisite is to decide what house circuits have to be powered to accommodate the selected features and appliances. The transfer box has a total of 6 protected circuits 3 on each side of the box with each having a 120V supply. Two of those (one from each side) are required for the deep well pump giving a total 240V. This then leaves 2 circuits at each side for everything else.
Transfer Box in position ready to be wired into the selected house circuits |
All wired and closed |
The Inlet Box |
The Generator Cable |
The Champ |
Thursday, 27 April 2017
The woodith cometh ......
Over the last week we moved just under three cord which we bought last August from the outside storage to the woodshed, this will keep us warm during 2017/18.
Over the past winter we burnt about three cord which was kindly left for us with the house, I reckon this will be our typical consumption.
Friday, 14 April 2017
When is it not perfect ...?
Today I was out on my own for a wander
on Crescent Beach and George Island.
At one end of the beach there are a
group of rocks, one of which I have now adopted. Back in July 1971 as a
10-year-old, I did the same with a rock at Big Sands, near Gairloch in the
West Highlands of Scotland.
"My Rock" as I often refer to
it, is very special to me. It provides many extremely happy memories of great
times and adventures as a young boy. I often fished off my rock, caught crabs
and only when the tide was in, I would jump from it into the water. On other
occasions I would sit and gaze at the beautiful Torridon mountain range, often
getting completely lost in my thoughts. In the late evenings, I would witness
the most magnificent sunsets which I have never seen equalled anywhere, truly
fantastic.
I believe everyone should have a special place in their life, a place you recall with fondness, warmth and where you never once felt fear. A place from your past or even now in the present, which provides safety and comfort. A location whose surroundings render an environment to develop your hopes, formulate your ambitions and think about your dreams. A place perhaps like mine that only requires the company of the sea, the mountains and the warm wind to make it perfect. Living almost 30 years in Ontario, I missed My Rock and all the 360° splendour it provided. My hope during all those years was always that some day in the future, I could find another rock, a place that I could sit and look out in any weather to enjoy the peace and perhaps again get lost in my thoughts.
It may not have the grandeur of the
Torridon mountains, the smell of peat coming off the surrounding hillsides or
the even the company of local sheep, but the rock on Crescent Beach will do
just fine ~ I have found My NS Rock.
Below is a photo taken today at My NS
Rock and a couple of My Rock in the West Highlands of Scotland.
On my way back along Crescent Beach I
came across some young lads having lots of fun with a surf board connected via
a very long rope to a Volkswagen. I have also added a photo of a very
elusive Cardinal doing his best to avoid me on George Island.
When I got home today, Linda asked ~ "So how was it ...?", I answered with a question ~ "When is it not perfect ...?"
My NS Rock, it will do just fine ..... |
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Looking south east at My Rock in Scotland (far end of the beach) with the Torridon Mountains in the background |
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Looking west My Rock in Scotland at low tide |
Friday, 7 April 2017
A foggy wander
On the way back with the tide rapidly coming in, I came across my first Monarch butterfly of the year ~ see the last photo. It happened at the water’s edge while enjoying the warm southern wind and looking out at the rolling waves, that the butterfly fluttered down in front of me. He was absolutely exhausted and looked like he was truly ready to give up. I reckon he had probably just completed the long journey from his winter home in Mexico. Noticing he was completely helpless, I bent down to offer him my hand. With much surprise he climbed on and allowed me to carry him to the safety of some nearby long grass. As I left, he looked very happy ~ perhaps I may see more of him this summer ….