Definitely Not Pret...

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Pictured: the sandwich takes shape, not as I said earlier 40mm, but rather 38mm thick; because of course, the ply is 9mm rather than 10mm, as I well know. Chalk it down to age, carelessness or absent-mindedness, it all amounts to the same. Anyway, I've got it roughly to some sort of usable size, with just some final trimming to do. Then I need to work out a method of trialling different boxes, so that they're easy to swap around, but seal adequately to the baffle, in differing configurations: could be a challenge, but then that's half the point of the exercise, anyway.

Earlier today, we set to on giving the willow tree at the bottom of the garden a well-needed haircut: the first trim in I'd guess, five years or so. The picture below shows the view towards Ynys Môn from the top of my ladder, post cut. As you can see, the weather has been very kind to us, and I was down to tee-shirt and jeans for the duration of the work. Then, it was off to Y Canolfan Brechu, Bangor [Vaccination Centre], for our fifth Covid jab [this, for the first time being the Moderna variant], this afternoon, before returning home and starting on 'The Mule'. Keep you posted on as many fronts as I can remember...



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