We appear to be living in truly interesting if not historic times. King/emperor/tsar/Caesar Trump chewing on carpets, Brexit negotiations going down the pan, and the Covid-19 vaccine being doled out, we look to Manor farm for some welcome news.
Sorry to say, but it's all bad here as well. My Wednesday morning stomp revealed nothing. Absolutely nothing. The entire site, Manor farm and Chandlers farm, were as quiet as a morgue on a quiet night. The gates across the bailey bridge were firmly shut/locked. No sign of life anywhere.
As quick look at various tracks and spoil heaps indicated that now further work had happened since my weekend stomp. It looked as if Inert had packed up bags and shop and shipped out. Very odd.
One thought did spring to mind, as I witnessed this desolate scene on Wednesday: perhaps everyone has had to self isolate due to Covid-19. If that is so then I wish them all a speedy and safe recovery.
I think the pump was chugging away, it was hard to tell, and I didn't have time or inclination to wander over to find out. There was a boulder sorter outer, perched high up on a mighty mound just inside Chandlers farm (this mound has been present since before I started this blog), but it too was silent.
Oh well, on to next week's mid week stomp to see if there is any activity or if all stays ominously silent.
In case you haven't twigged, I didn't pay a site visit this weekend. No point if no work has occurred, and I most definitely did not want to wade through deep mud for nowt.
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