Present: Iain & Pam McCallum; Dave Wylie; Alan Wylie; John and Virginia Castick; John Evans; Roger Dyke; Chris Thickett.

The excitement started on Friday afternoon with the delivery of 10 tons of road stone - not usually cause for racing heartbeats and breathless gasps. This time, though, our mate decided to go 'off-road' taking the bend before the black gate too wide and almost succeeded in turning the wagon over and into the Padarn Woods. After that he nearly missed the last bend down to the hut itself and finally got the vehicle stuck going back up the hill. Good job he had the stone on board - it became very useful in the rescue of the wagon on each occasion.

The main push for the weekend was going to be the repair of the boundary walls. First we needed the tools from Ty Fuse but the key would not turn in the lock. In the meantime Roger had come to check the septic tank but the tools we wanted were also in Ty Fuse. Never mind, I'll get the road menders on the job with some of Stirling's 10 tons of stone. Oh! No! The tools are in Ty Fuse. Well and truly buggered in a manner of speaking! My 'Fuse' was most definitely 'Ty'.

So the main task of Saturday became the repair of the lock of Ty Fuse and this was duly accomplished by the Wylie Bros. with their usual mixture of enthusiasm and ingenuity.

Midge too was showing a vast amount of zeal, this time in the gents' shower where she improved the drainage and appearance whilst remaining fully clothed. Later, she and I laid further insulation to the ceiling above the kitchen come common room.

The weather turned damp over the weekend so any scheduled juggling with mortar had to be put on hold whilst other less rain-affected tasks had to be sought.

John E made a splendid job of one of the gaps in the perimeter wall after I had instructed him to complete another section. This latter had to our amazement already been completed by Father Christmas or an Easter Bunny although I thought that there was a little 'Wavey' influence. John then went onto pothole duty.

The other John took up strimming the grass growing long without the attention of our friends the sheep. Iain managed to inspect the plantations and repair some of the damage sustained by the wagon when not carrying out domestic duties indoors.

After restocking the first aid box, Pam set about cataloguing the books looking just the part behind her desk and telling me to "Shush!" went I stuck my head round the door.

On Sunday the drizzle was replaced by quite thick mist. John C did some more strimming in the morning whilst Dave and myself rebuilt a section of perimeter wall. Alan busied himself with several jobs until we were all fed up with the weather and went home.

Now, back to the hills until October!