Many Tanks!

No, the word above is not misspelt:

nor do you have to worry that marauding armies are invading our quiet little corner of Wales.  But if you read yesterday’s post you’ll know I am referring to the pre-cast concrete tanks which arrived the other morning but which could not be installed as we couldn’t get the overburdened lorry down the drive.

First thing this morning, Tony & Paul went up to visit our neighbour who had kindly kept the tanks on his yard overnight.  Even more generous was his offer of help – not only to load the tanks onto his hay wagon & bring them down to the farm, but also to have a go at manoeuvring them into place.

The massive bulk of the Manitou tractor loomed out of the dense mist which cloaked our valley, to carefully lift the first of the massive tanks & carry it by its’ cradle of chains across the slippery site & to the very edge of the steep hill where the pit had been prepared.  My heart was in my mouth as the vehicle teetered on the edge of the precipice, pulled forwards by the weight of the tank until it seemed the rear of the big vehicle weighed no more than a feather.  Thankfully though, the tank thumped to the ground – perfectly positioned & exactly level. 

The next tank was even more of a challenge; & watching the Manitou sliding down the hill with the four-ton tank swinging from its’ tines made me more fearful still.  Yet our neighbour’s extraordinary skill – & indeed courage – led to the tank’s safe delivery into the second pit.  For a moment all seemed well until there was a sickening crack – & the tank hit the ground in a shatter of shards of concrete as one of the drainage points snapped under the strain.  Thankfully everyone was fine; & the tank (being concrete) can be repaired without too much trouble.  

Then it was a question of putting on the massive lids – at which point I retired to the kidding shed to clean up, as I could not bear the strain of watching any more.  But everything went smoothly; & the tanks were duly shored up with earth.

Our neighbour hurried back to work on his farm, & we all breathed a huge sigh of relief that the tanks were in place.  Had it not been for our neighbour, I honestly do not know how we would have got those tanks in place.  His skillful, brave driving saved the day; & we owe him a huge debt of gratitude.  So we wholeheartedly say,

“Many Tanks – Diolch Yn Fawr“.

We had to rush into town to attend to some business; although we took the ‘scenic route’ up the new drive – as our other one had a trench across it where some drainage was being laid!  On our return we treated the guys on site to fish & chips, as the weather was so inhospitable & gloomy, the hot food lifting everyone’s spirits. 

After lunch we resumed cleaning out the stables & goose house; & tidying our own house prior to the arrival of our replacement washing machine, at long last.  Tony promptly plumbed it in whilst I cooked the supper…..oh the joy of not suffering a flooded kitchen for once!


About LittleFfarm Dairy

The LittleFfarm Dairy Team: Jo - Goat farmer & Gelatiere Artigianale, plus General Dogsbody; Tony - Airline Pilot & part-time Herd Manager, Product Taster, Accounts Secretary, Handyman etc!
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