I like big butts
Like a socially defective youngster pimping his Ford Fiesta I have augmented my shed. It now has guttering and a rain butt.
It’s a small shed so the guttering is also on rather a small scale, but with the water situation the way it is here I’ve decided to make sure I make the most of every drop for the garden.
So, two hours of sweating and swearing revealed two things. The first is that my shed is on a slope meaning that when I first installed and tested my guttering I was rewarded with the sight of water apparently flowing uphill (guttering now at an extreme angle to get it to flow into the butt). The second is that having guttering and a water butt gives you a fresh perspective on rain. Now you look out of the window and don’t think ‘arse, and I was going to sit outside today drinking beer and reading instead of doing same in the house’. Instead you think - cool, I wonder how much water I’m getting in my butt?
My butt even has a lid so with luck the water will not be flavoured with, for instance, cat or pigeon.
One bit that might need some tinkering is that at the moment the downpipe just feeds into the lid of the butt. When the water is going like the Zambizi in spate (unlikely) I wonder what sort of noise it will make thundering into what is basically an enormous echo chamber. Drip THUD Drip THUD Drip THUD Drip THUD. I suppose I will find out when the neighbours post a note, or dog excrement, through the letter-box.
It’s a small shed so the guttering is also on rather a small scale, but with the water situation the way it is here I’ve decided to make sure I make the most of every drop for the garden.
So, two hours of sweating and swearing revealed two things. The first is that my shed is on a slope meaning that when I first installed and tested my guttering I was rewarded with the sight of water apparently flowing uphill (guttering now at an extreme angle to get it to flow into the butt). The second is that having guttering and a water butt gives you a fresh perspective on rain. Now you look out of the window and don’t think ‘arse, and I was going to sit outside today drinking beer and reading instead of doing same in the house’. Instead you think - cool, I wonder how much water I’m getting in my butt?
My butt even has a lid so with luck the water will not be flavoured with, for instance, cat or pigeon.
One bit that might need some tinkering is that at the moment the downpipe just feeds into the lid of the butt. When the water is going like the Zambizi in spate (unlikely) I wonder what sort of noise it will make thundering into what is basically an enormous echo chamber. Drip THUD Drip THUD Drip THUD Drip THUD. I suppose I will find out when the neighbours post a note, or dog excrement, through the letter-box.
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