and of course with a week away comes the weeks of misery that follow as you struggle with the hundreds of e-mails and mountainous intrays
nothing has changed ... literally. I was expecting the piles of soil around th site to look a little larger, afterall the contractor is producing enough topsoil to cover afootball pitch 6 feet deep, every day ... guess tht says a lot about the size of the site
thankfully attention has turned to other things and while everyone goes headless about fencing, I can quietly get things sorted.
The trees are coming together, literally, currently being gathered in nine different nurseries from which they will be platooned and brought to site for planting starting middle of next year. we have 50,000 big ones and another 4,000,000 shrubs and assorted bits. Big EC (Eric - bandana man) is my Senior Field Officer, he and his team of elves will have the pleasure of watching them all go in. Known Eric since I arrived on this distant shore, not that you forget him easily, tall, rake thin, permanent bandana, and an implausible assorrtment of unlikely sungallses (claims to have 50 pairs), think he makes the engineers nervous. and knows his greens too.
Irrigation is the issue of the moment - Kin (my ever helpful LA) and I have had a crash course in irrigation system design (bunker full of engineers here and none of them know a thing about irrigation !!) and we are now talking fluently about quick coupling valves and cluster control units, and can debate the relative merits of male adapters as opposed to toe nipples. suppose they have to do something to make it exciting. they say once built it will be the world's biggest ......... headache, and I believe them.
although I have largely given up playing hockey on the grounds of being too unfit to stand up for 70 mins let alone run around, I seem to have made it onto the office basketball team (for tonight) despite not having played in the last 20 years. I suspect they picked me on the 'Yau Ming' philosophy, get the tall one to stand under the basket and hope things bounce favourably off his head.
oh well .... two more weeks of this and then back to the UK for Christmas, to this rented a cottage on the Isle of Wight with the collected family (saints preserve us) where we will all gather for cheers, beers and tears. prospect fills me with dread.
better go lie down