Here is my “cynical” take, on my hobby…

What a strange world we live in, I dig holes for a living, I dig holes for myself by opening my mouth [I never seem to stop doing that] I dig holes for anything and everything then I go and dig holes for a hobby, I never complain when im at work about the weather, come the sun, rain, wind, hail, sleet or snow nothing leaves my lips, I solder on like a “right little trooper” but when its playtime… oh that’s a different matter…

I suppose even when it’s playtime I never really complain, no matter what the vagaries of the English weather throws at you, especially when you get a run of scorching hot weather its nice to be out in the sunshine, doing something that is enjoyable, but & this is the “but” when the blessed ground is “so” rock hard & trying to dig a tiny bit at a time only succeeds in jarring the bones, and testing the limits of your patience, then and only then do I question my sanity….

Trying to get into this solid ground using the fork or heavens for-bid you’re trying to use a spade, then sometimes its a case of “mind the speed the digging tool your using comes back towards your head” as the spade & very often the fork, comes back at you, after bouncing off the rock hard and unforgiving ground…

Because of this solid ground, sometimes that good signal turns to deep dread, but then, as you start to peck away at this devils crust, the dread disappears & without a thought, your brain has switched into “a good signal mode” and the seven dwarfs theme tune is playing in the background, after digging down an inch at a time, when finally a cracked and parched field gives you a glimmer of hope as you prise that lump of hard granite, that’s pretending to be soil out of the ground then the signal disappears, aghhhhh noooo your mind screams a thousand curses, as you then spend another few frantic minutes looking for it, there-there it is, still in the hole, now your scared that one mistake will make that signal disappear again, your digging now slows down as you purposely hunt that bloody signal, you go down slowly, your slow pace is on purpose now, you have a reason for slowing down, and not because the ground is so hard, as you travel further down to find that elusive signal, its moved again as its a broken signal now, don’t panic, gently-gently – polie-polie, then gingerly removing a handful of soil, its there, got it, its out of the hole, and in your hand, elation dwindles faster than the winning numbers on a lottery ticket, another gun cap… ah well check the hole & onto the next one…

So what happens when the ground is sodden, well that’s a different story…