Concrete, wind and sausages.

Evenin' all. Although I notice very few of you stay long enough to read the blog or even comment, I shall persevere. I hope I find you all very well this evening. What did you all get up to today? I suppose it's harder for you to tell me, but I can tell you fairly handily, given that I am currently typing in the blog.

The hint is in the title. We had a concrete pour at work today. A fairly small one, only about 14 cubic metres - that's just about 2 wagons' or lorries' worth - but that doesn't mean it's not important. It was a cantilever section from the deck of the bridge we're building, with some finicky little 150mm (6 inch) wide fins protruding downwards for say 300mm to about 800mm. The fins are fairly thin for a concrete section and everything's got to be more perfect than usual so that they look ok afterwards, and obviously that they do the job too!

And the weather didn't make it easier for us, the wind was shooting down the canal with a good force, blowing debris into the forms that had to be blown out again with compressed air, and the occasional hard hat into the water. The thermometers all said about 10 degrees, but the tip of the nose (always a more accurate temperature gauge) reckoned it was more like 2. Luckily the rain didn't start until just at the very end.

There's something about concrete pours that make me hungry. Maybe it's standing out in the weather for 3 or more hours at a time, I don't know. It's times like that it's very very tempting to go and get yourself a sausage sandwich. I managed to resist - this time.

Anybody waiting on a review of the Leonardo da Vinci book I'm reading at the moment will have to be patient. It's very dense and I'm not making very fast progress. Though I shall leave you now and endeavour to get another few pages behind the bookmark.