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Post by Learner on Nov 6, 2015 15:57:19 GMT
That depends on what sort of ground it is sunk into. Garden soil ti is quite possible and fairly easy. Hardcore you may be able to lift it. Concrete, lop it off as close as possible to the ground and forget it. Lop it off! I really hope not. The pole disappears into the very edge of the lawn next to a paved area.
Presently the pennies are stretched so that there washing pole is going to have to move concrete and all if need be. Perhaps I might dig a trench and ease the pole along the bottom of it with a metal crow-bar and then back fill with soil.
If not.. well, erm... I might have to buy a cheap washing line and attempt to find somewhere to tie the ends to. Not keen on this option as it'll be difficult to find anywhere suitable.
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Post by OP on Nov 6, 2015 16:15:07 GMT
It seems like I misunderstood how the pole was secured to the ground. Usuall they pole fits into a sleeve which is driven into the ground. sometimes with hardcore the sleeve is filled around it with the hardcore. Otherwise the sleeve is concreted into the ground. Is yours fixed by another method? A photograph might help.
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Post by Learner on Nov 9, 2015 2:52:33 GMT
It seems like I misunderstood how the pole was secured to the ground. Usuall they pole fits into a sleeve which is driven into the ground. sometimes with hardcore the sleeve is filled around it with the hardcore. Otherwise the sleeve is concreted into the ground. Is yours fixed by another method? A photograph might help.
You are probably right OP but it is hard to see if there's a sleeve in the ground or not.
Tomorrow (if it's dry enough and I get the chance to get out there) I will dig an experimental hole around the pole and take a look. I'll have to get the job done sooner or later or there will be complaints about a difficult to use line.
On the other hand if I dig it up altogether there wont be a line at all until I manage to get a new hole dug and some concrete as well as a new tube/sleeve to hold the pole.
Problem is.. I fuss too much instead of just going out there and getting it sorted
Photos.. em. They take me even longer to sort out that the hole for the pole.
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Post by OP on Nov 9, 2015 8:38:13 GMT
Reading your post, Learner is like listening to my own thoughts. It's all in the planning you know.
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Post by Learner on Nov 11, 2015 0:56:42 GMT
Today I got as far as getting the spade out of the garden shed. I even managed to stick the spade into the grass around the washing-line pole. Then I made the mistake of just going into the aviary shed to see what the birds were up to before making a start. An hour or so later darkness had descended....but I did enjoy my time watching the birds. Several of the cock birds seem to think that the second the inner flight door is opened they are entitled to come streaming out. It's not a problem really and I quite like having them clambering about all over the place when I have the time. The three young green cock birds nipped over to see their mother Fluffy Grey. One of the young green cock birds dropped by to see his three sisters. All in all there's a lot of flapping and hair ruffling as they all totally ignore me to catch up on their social lives. Most interesting this afternoon was the reaction of the three young hens to having a couple of small bunches of washed chickweed placed in their cage. For some reason they always seem to associate this with "bath time". All three dive in and out of the damp chickweed fluffing their feathers and preening as if it's a beauty treatment. Daft birds. I intend to try again tomorrow with re-siting the washing pole. Well, that's the intention. (I have markers and canes all over the lawn to show where it might go when it's moved... Just thinking about it and deciding cannot be rushed you know.)
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Post by Learner on Nov 16, 2015 3:52:49 GMT
As it's nearly 4am and I am now wide awake (the strong coffee didn't help) I thought I would up-date: Removed a chunk of lawn around the washing pole, dug down to find no sleeve just the pole embedded in concrete. Dug around the concrete to find a very neat plug/block which I was able to release from the clay soil and lever up and out. Dug a deep fence-post like new hole then dropped/hammered & pushef concrete plug and pole into new position. Solid as a rock. Filled top of hole with a little soil then topped off with two low growing Sweet William plants from a nursery bed. Looks fine. So....after all the deliberating.... it was a simple job.
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Post by OP on Nov 16, 2015 7:37:01 GMT
Glad you got it sorted. It's funny but I often find the jobs like that I have put off because of the fear of difficulty have turned out to be a doddle. It's the jobs you think will be a doddle that turn into a nightmare.
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Post by Learner on Nov 16, 2015 13:29:55 GMT
Glad you got it sorted. It's funny but I often find the jobs like that I have put off because of the fear of difficulty have turned out to be a doddle. It's the jobs you think will be a doddle that turn into a nightmare. Oh so very true!
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Post by Hezz on Nov 16, 2015 23:55:43 GMT
As long as it doesn't topple with a bit of rain.
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Post by OP on Nov 17, 2015 8:20:15 GMT
As long as it doesn't topple with a bit of rain. What happened to faith?
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Post by Hezz on Nov 18, 2015 0:29:11 GMT
Faith left the house at the same time as Hope. Charity is still around, though.
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Post by Learner on Nov 18, 2015 0:43:39 GMT
Good Will is hanging around not far away if I get too stuck! But: In order to test dry drive the line I put the first big load on and gave it a good spin around as well as a sound shake. All seemed fine - hardly a shudder let alone a wobble. The 70mph winds have swept through (felt more like a blustery day than a storm) and the whirly-gig washing-line is as rock solid as it ever was. I am looking forward to getting a corrugated Perspex roof on the extension so, when I open the door, the shed floor stays dry when it pours. I have discovered a length and a half of clear plastic for the roof so just need my son's spare time to trundle off in his van for the timber. A 30m roll of mesh can be collected on the way home. Getting there...........slowly.
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Post by Hezz on Nov 18, 2015 1:36:36 GMT
Slow and steady ...... it will happen.
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Post by Learner on Nov 22, 2015 19:16:08 GMT
Slow and steady ...... it will happen.
Not sure about the steady but most certainly slow... patience should have been my middle name but I'm not sure it would have suited my looks.
Everything on hold until the worst of the cold snap (please let it be just that) wanders by. Budgies seem to be ignoring it so far.
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Post by Learner on Dec 8, 2015 23:30:49 GMT
Slow... very slow and then the stand-still.
I have bought a 30 metre roll of mesh, the flight door frame has been made (thanks to my son playing with some new woodwork tools the other day) but....
Everything stopped as my mother has not been well so I have been caring for her constantly. She is now in our local hospital after collapsing completely one morning. Fortunately I was with her at the time.
My days now consist of feeding the birds and catching the bus to the hospital only to return just in time to shut the aviary up and ready my self for the next day.
Patience... and a few quiet prayers.
My mother is recovering slowly. At 96 every illness takes a little longer to recover from but things do not return to quite the way they were. I met the consultant today more by luck than judgement. She was on the ward and not happy about patients being transferred into her wards on older style beds and seeing her posher state of the arts ones disappearing in their place. I said I would go and bang on the chief execs door to ask for more good quality equipment for her but asked them not to argue about it as my mum was worried it was her fault as she lay in bed in the middle of the ward waiting. The consultant apologised and we joked - apparently she is also in-charge of the rehabilitation ward at our local hospital so I might be able to encourage the hospital to transfer my mum there if all goes well over the next few days rather than have her miles away from home.
The aviary will be pretty well planned by the time the next screw goes in - loads of time to think about it at the moment but no time to do anything. Back to the hospital again tomorrow with fingers crossed that she has had a good night.
Here's hoping.
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