A little stream

Fogfield is regaining it's squelchy nature rather well, although we've made steps lessen the sogginess.

Barry and Graham and I all wended our way individually to the wall. A brief look at Clive's work on the drainage showed a lovely little stream flowing down to Darley Beck, from there into the Nidd, wending it's way through Horrorgate, then joining the Ouse at Benningbrough and finally entering the Humber and a short journey through Hull to the sea, where I imagine it makes up a large percentage of the total volume. At least now, hopefully, walkers will be spared muddy feet when walking the footpaths of Fogfield.

Anyway Barry and Graham did sterling work on the main wall getting to within 2 courses of the final height, and I did a bit of work on the stile.

Photo's proving we did something:

Clive's drainage works

 

 Progress on the main wall

 

Progress on the stile

Richard H.

No. Waller: 3.

Fogfield as it should be

More communication mix ups meant I was expecting to be met by Barry for a two man walling team. Thankfully Catriona also turned up so we were able to replicate the working arrangements from last week; 2 on the wall 1 on the stile.

Catriona  was initially frustrated with the stones lack of willingness to do what it was told, but gradually got back into the swing of things after such a long leave of absence.

A couple of Walkers who hail from further down Low lane asked for Duncan but we had to inform them that he's swanning round the Greek islands at the moment.

The mediterranean temperatures of last week didn't last long and  Fogfield reverted to type as the rain gently pattered on us in a nice warm(ish) shower. We decided to vacated the site at 3ish before a met office promised soaking.

 

Progress on the stile

 Main Wall progress

Richard H.

No Wallers: 3

Catriona , Barry, Rich.

Cool as a cucumber

Well, we've re-started walling after a short break. There are certain restrictions due to some sort of Global emergency. We also seemed to pick the hottest day of the year so far to reconvene (At least 2m apart!) 

The planned 2 walling locations did not happen due to ineptitude on the co-ordinator's (Mr R Howard) part, so 3 wallers went to Fogfield, which was completely, and I can't stress how amazing this is, dry underfoot.

Barry and Roderick worked at either end of the main wall, whilst I was some 50 yards away perspiring over a squeeze stile. To say that I was hot would be an understatement, I had drunk the 2 litres of chilled water I brought by lunchtime. Whilst I looked like a drowned rat, Barry and Rod seemed completely immune to the heat, working away with cool efficiency.

Clive, the landowner, brought his digger down for a play in order to help with drainage around the stile. Mechanical diggers, it seems, are a good way to provide extra loose soil for manual labourers to shift. 

Enough rambling - some pictures:

The stile at the beginning of the day and a lunch (forgot to take photo at end of day)

 

 

Clive with his digger and extra help 

 

 

The beginning of the day

The end of the day

R. Howard

No Waller: 3

Rich, Rod and Barry.