robb wrote:....the weigh in at the end of the job wasnt too bad

Yes, I've got that to look forward to this afternoon, (turned out nice again, hasn't it)?
Thinking I was on a roll, I attacked the final gutter issue when it cooled down yesterday evening. There's a little bit of flat roof, with only a downpipe and hopper, which are still sound. Problem being the hopper, which was sporting about 18" of sycamore tree, fluttering defiantly in the breeze.
Now I'm not good with ladders - heights don't really bother me on
solid structures, cranes, silos etc. but wobbly ladders I struggle with. Anyway, feeling a bit guilty about my bro doing most of it, I resolved to sort this one myself.
After a farcical 5 minutes extending the ladder, I get up the first two treads when the younger of our cavaliers appears at the bottom....
Returned dog to back garden, investigated canine escape route. Concluded we'd pulled the fence down low enough by repeatedly stepping over same, adjusted accordingly.
Ascended the ladder again, while marvelling at its abiity to oscillate with steadily increasing amplitude the higher I went, only to find it's still not high enough.
Extended it a bit more and up I went again. My "oscillation theory", (which posited the previous height to be a critical factor), was clearly wrong.....
Anyway, this time I was able to just see over the top of the hopper at the extreme extent of my ladder / bottle combination, when....
- A sudden flash of reddish brown in the corner of my vision announced the reappearance of Rufus, the intrepid exploring cavalier.
Needless to say, I got down the ladder a bit quicker than I got up, whistling and yelling pointlessly at the radiply disappearing ruby rascal.
Dogs safely inside the house, I gritted my teeth for the final assault.
This time I got to grips with the obstruction.
The hopper was completely full of what I assume started as moss, but now resembled ther most fertile of soil, clearly able to support.....
Kew Gardens wrote:The sycamore is a survivor. A hardy immigrant to the British Isles, it can withstand salty sea spray, cold winters, shady conditions, almost any type of soil and usually flourishes wherever it grows. It is not known when Acer pseudoplatanus was introduced to Britain but suggestions range from Roman times until as late at the 17th century.
Survivor? We'll see. I yanked the mini-tree c/w root system and ball of earth out and cast it away - to land with unerring precision in the uncovered sink waste below.
Cleared the hopper out and returned gratefully to terra firma by the preferred, (non-express), method and vowed never, ever to do this agian.
Must remember that soddin' tree in the sink waste. 