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Now that gives me an idea of the size of it. :-D Are there no bears, mountain lions or other scary animals around? Camping in Scotland, the only scary things to worry about are midges and neddy people with their out-of-control dogs.
We’ve got bears; there’s a cabin, a 2-story plywood-sided sturdy thing on a concrete pad out at the edge of the property probably twice as far from me as I am from the house, and the interns who live out there occasionally report hearing bears. (There’s a young woman living out there alone this year, but in a week she’ll have a companion, an even younger man who’ll be living in the pop-up camper parked next to the cabin. They always wind up with one each of a boy and girl, and feel awkward making them room together. Last year they made the girl sleep in the camper, so they’re switching it up for equality.) (This is her second night, and my first, so, I told her if she gets scared to come borrow my baseball bat. I have a child’s wooden Louisville Slugger, but now I also have a reproduction 18th-century hatchet, so. It’s not that I expect trouble, I just like having an argument ready to hand. I was offered a shotgun and turned it down; I don’t need that much of an argument.)
I’ve never heard bears. Last year a fox, I think, growled around a lot, and was very annoying. Also deer are louder than you’d expect.
Also, last year, here’s the thing– we’re not really remote. We’re surrounded by housing developments. You can actually see the intern cabin from the road, if you’re looking for it. And I can see the highway, if the leaves aren’t on the trees– there’s just a ravine between me and it. Last year a murder victim was dumped just down the street from me, killed elsewhere and disposed of by dumbasses who clearly mistook a winding road for a remote countryside; it’s heavily populated here and their victim was discovered almost immediately because he was in someone’s backyard and it was a dry ravine, not a flowing creek.)
Anyway.
I have power, this year. I ran a 100-foot extension cord to the greenhouse and was 15 feet short, but I managed to make it work. Check out how fancy I am. And, my companion from last year has rediscovered me, little Whiskey-cat, so I am provided with an alarm bell for coyotes at least.
(Oh, yes, we have coyotes too, but there are no recorded cases of them being aggressive toward humans, that I know of.)
I’d post photos but my phone isn’t synching them so I can’t at the moment. Forthcoming, eventually.
90% chance of thunderstorms tonight so we’ll shortly be finding out if this roof is still sound.

Now that gives me an idea of the size of it. :-D Are there no bears, mountain lions or other scary animals around? Camping in Scotland, the only scary things to worry about are midges and neddy people with their out-of-control dogs.
We’ve got bears; there’s a cabin, a 2-story plywood-sided sturdy thing on a concrete pad out at the edge of the property probably twice as far from me as I am from the house, and the interns who live out there occasionally report hearing bears. (There’s a young woman living out there alone this year, but in a week she’ll have a companion, an even younger man who’ll be living in the pop-up camper parked next to the cabin. They always wind up with one each of a boy and girl, and feel awkward making them room together. Last year they made the girl sleep in the camper, so they’re switching it up for equality.) (This is her second night, and my first, so, I told her if she gets scared to come borrow my baseball bat. I have a child’s wooden Louisville Slugger, but now I also have a reproduction 18th-century hatchet, so. It’s not that I expect trouble, I just like having an argument ready to hand. I was offered a shotgun and turned it down; I don’t need that much of an argument.)
I’ve never heard bears. Last year a fox, I think, growled around a lot, and was very annoying. Also deer are louder than you’d expect.
Also, last year, here’s the thing– we’re not really remote. We’re surrounded by housing developments. You can actually see the intern cabin from the road, if you’re looking for it. And I can see the highway, if the leaves aren’t on the trees– there’s just a ravine between me and it. Last year a murder victim was dumped just down the street from me, killed elsewhere and disposed of by dumbasses who clearly mistook a winding road for a remote countryside; it’s heavily populated here and their victim was discovered almost immediately because he was in someone’s backyard and it was a dry ravine, not a flowing creek.)
Anyway.
I have power, this year. I ran a 100-foot extension cord to the greenhouse and was 15 feet short, but I managed to make it work. Check out how fancy I am. And, my companion from last year has rediscovered me, little Whiskey-cat, so I am provided with an alarm bell for coyotes at least.
(Oh, yes, we have coyotes too, but there are no recorded cases of them being aggressive toward humans, that I know of.)
I’d post photos but my phone isn’t synching them so I can’t at the moment. Forthcoming, eventually.
90% chance of thunderstorms tonight so we’ll shortly be finding out if this roof is still sound.
