Replacing fantail staging rails on a very hot day

We had a MOST interesting time at the mill on Thursday, replacing the handrails on the fantail staging. Richard the blacksmith built them offsite and we hauled them up (the old ones having been removed and let down) and Dave the millwright, with Keelen the cherrypicker operator, got them into place. Plenty of issues, and it was a VERY hot day, and I was still tired on Saturday! I did haul, and I did do a lot of fetching and carrying up and down the mill, but of course I'm not in the photos ...

https://photos.app.goo.gl/srLhNrp1v11cEY3Y7

I was entranced by the cherrypicker, which can be remote-controlled to move it on caterpillar tracks; it retracts its legs first. And also by the crane which came to collect it, which was remote-controlled too. 

Keelen got thoroughly involved in what was going on and went far beyond his remit. A lovely chap.

The Andrew formerly known as Prince

 ... I do hope so

Experiments

Surely it's a very long time since any psychology experiment conducted on groups of students has had a valid result.  

All psychology students (and most reading people) know that any experiment is very likely to be looking for something which is not explained to the participants - a kind of trick. Participants may be enjoying working out what the object of the experiment actually is, and their reactions will not be natural.

If this is a well-known problem, how is it being solved?

Can anyone refute this, please?

We didn't think Trump could possibly be elected President

and we don't think Farage could possibly be elected Prime Minister.

Luckily, Musk doesn't think much of him. He prefers Tommy Robinson.

I felt the same way

 

Musical hold

 An excellent way to get to the front of a bank (or other) telephone customer service queue is to put on rubber gloves and start cleaning the bird bath.

Letter to the Guardian

Some time ago.

From a friend who died this month.

Ian Jack’s amusing remark that before the 1970s Britain’s drugs and beggars were “only in quantities small enough to look exotic” reminded me – somewhat tangentially – of a category of homelessness which now seems to have vanished entirely. I spend a lot of time in the countryside, often on foot, but cannot remember when I last encountered a real tramp; one of those much-bearded, many-coated gentlemen of the road who used to be as quintessentially part of the British landscape as oak trees and thatch. In fact I think the last one I saw was probably in a mirror.

Jeremy Muldowney

York