I’ve been burning the pinikay brikettes on/off for a couple of weeks now since they arrived.
Time for some evaluation…
Well, they burn very slow, which is good and do kick out the heat. Thye are easy to split in half, i thought i would have to saw them but they just break. They look pretty in the stove, i should get a picture, since they burn without crumbling so they look like redhot iron bars. When there is enough ash, the brikette gets buried and is still burning hot inthe morning, that’s niiiice.
That’s the positives.
Negatives? Well they can be hard to get going and they are quite small. Thye produce a lot of fine ash. I’ve got 96 packs, and I’m already using a pack a day (epsecially with the kitchen stove in action now as well), so that means they will last maximum 3 months… i bought a ton for 300 potatoes, so i will need to do a second round no doubt..
I think i could quite easily sauna the kitchen now…
Weird, the battery was at 10.5 and then went back to a healthy number later on without sunshine..
This made me shit myself a bit, but it seems to be ok now. Perhaps a temperature drop thing?
Yes yo the rumours are true yo
Got a new stove in the kitchen yo
Ain’t it a little beaut?
This year I decided to try another type of brikette, namely the pinikay.
Today they arrived!!
And then i moved them into the house
With a busted wheelbarrow, sigh
The two are linked, somehow…
So mid-October marks four years of this project. And thus also provides an opportunity for evaluation.
I have very much enjoyed my time here, it’s been great. However, I feel a bit done now and this summer I must admit I was looking around for something new. Still, doing that ulimately helped me to appreciate what I have here.
I have peace and quiet, I have space, I have trees, I have lots of green, I have a cat who can explore the garden.
All these things are very dear to me. And then on top of that, there’s the bleedin minigolf course.
However, things change and priorities alter over time. I no longer want to live in this country, to be honest. The political climate is disgusting, everything veers to the right and the squatters movement is dying. That’s the macrocosm. The microcosm is that i am getting older and winters here are tough. If i owned the place i would do some works to improve the situation, but i don’t. The plan to grow vegetables will only be successful with major renovations, which I don’t feel like doing. and I probably could buy the place, but I’m sure to get hit with loads of problems if i do that since the local council are knobs.
As the trees grow, the house becomes shadier and damper, that’s becoming a big problem. And my writing projects are still ongoing, but the end is now in sight..