MikeG.":354tvgy2 said:
Well, you know, but I'll say anyway. Where the brickwork is toothed you need an appropriate sized flint to fit, so you pick out likely candidates as you work your way through the barrowful.
That's not a skill that everyone can learn though Mike, even at that size. I did a few years dry stone walling in Snowdonia and stone selection for that was a dark art. Big round field stone mind. Not a flat surface in the pile. As you got better you'd not just look for the next stone but for 'chess' stones. (Never called them that at the time mind). Ones you'd need later in the wall. Gradually as the wall got built , piles would accumulate (easy at the back ) of suitable stones. Caps, throughs, hearts and corners. Whathaveyou. Some of the guys had been doing it on and off for years but couldn't see the stones and they knew it mind. It wasn't intelligence led. Couple of real bright guys on there would take a day to lay a wonky 2 metres. Bloke I worked with personally had a gift. Look at a 3 ton pile of stone and just pick the right one in seconds. Again and again. I was okay but he was uncanny.
Didn't talk a lot mind and did a bit of boxing but stand up fella. Sort of bloke you'd want next to you if the pub kicked off.
One bright spring day we were working up in the literal middle of nowhere. A mountain road over the Carneddau range which is quiet by Snowdon standards. And it's bright and quiet, a
beautiful March morning, clarity, and Kev is about 60 metres over at the other end of the wall. Perfect job really sometimes.
And I look up at some point, and I'm gobsmacked. Because I haven't seen a car pass us in 3 days and as I live and breath here come 5-6 people in black suits. Walking over this mountain pass. It's so unusual I can't state that enough.
They looked like crows they were that far away. I can remember that.
I carried on working, they carried on walking. When they got to me it was a bit dissapointing to be honest.
Hello! We're Jehova's Witnesses!
OhhhFFS...
Can we interest..
No. Sorry. (Brain ticking into gear...)
...
But you know what.. Have you walked a long way?
Yes/ Puffed out/etc????
Well I'm a hopeless cause, I say, but maybe, just maybe... There's a
REASON you're on this road today of all days.
*General inquisitive bemusement*
See that fella over there? I say.
* 6 Heads swing in unison then nod*
Well he has had lots of issues. Troubling times. ( I probably nodded with the bobbing heads). I'm just saying he has talked of being lost and in need of something. I...I dunno...? What with the booze and the loss of his family in that tragic accident and the huge inheritence...
The herd mentality was incredible. Insect. I was forgotton. They moved as a hive mind. Of one intention... A lost soul to gather up. A metaphysical raison d'être.
I put my club hammer down and quietly sat down to watch and laugh...
The poor f*ckers ghad no chance. I saw them approach him the keep approaching him as he was backing away,
Then Human thermo nuclear detonation! Booom! I saw the Jehovas crumple and burn in the furious winds of Kev's Anger. They Ran away!
Meanwhile I'm laughing so hard my cheeks hurt.
Then... Oh wait ... is he coming over here?
Oooooohhh shiiiii... RUN!!!
Anyway. Good days.
Digressing down Memory Lane!
Nice wall Mike. As always.