Tales About McConkey

I know what you’re thinking. Can he really have updated the blog so soon? Crazy I know, but yes it’s true, for the first time in probably six months I’ve managed to do a weekly update.

Let’s start off with some business. If you follow us on our social media platforms you would no doubt have seen we released some of my wildlife photography as postcards, greeting cards and a calendar. I actually ended up framing the postcards and I was really pleased how they turned out. If you would like to order anything in time for Christmas then please checkout www.ourcabinlife.com/shop you can also find framed prints of my photography there, as well as links to the book, Our Cabin Life – A Year Of Blogging.  I have to say I’ve been really please with how all these things have been received so a massive thank you to everyone that has spoken to me or Kaitlyn, it’s really appreciated.

Anyway, that’s enough of the business and on with this week’s update. I spent a large portion of my time this week staring into a leaching box. If you’re unsure what a leaching box is I shall do my best to explain. All the waste water goes into a septic tank. Once there, the solid matter stays in the tank and the water makes its way to the leaching box where it is meant to soak away into the ground. Most people have a septic field but of course to be different and more complicated, we have a leaching box….. that doesn’t work. Anyway, I sat watching it as I did numerous loads of washing to see how quickly the water level dropped, as every time I’ve checked it it has been full to bursting.  It’s a problem I want to rectify before the big freeze hits. That has been my entire week pretty much, so I thought I’d tell you all about my trip to Manitoba back in September as I’m pretty sure I didn’t say anything about this yet.

leeching box
Sat watching the leaching box

As you may or may not be aware, Kaitlyn is originally from Manitoba which is where all her family and many friends still live. So, at the beginning of September I dropped Kaitlyn and the kids off at the Prince George airport where I very happily waved them off, while I returned home for two weeks of peace and quiet. I decided after two weeks that I did in fact like my little family and not having them around was only good for a short period of time. Kaitlyn’s Dad had also very kindly decided to swap his lawn tractor with snowblower attachment for my lawn tractor with falling apart engine attachment. With the kind loan of a trailer from my neighbours I set off on the 1,800km road trip to pick up the family. I was rather impressed with myself and managed to go non-stop (except for fuel stops) and did the whole trip in exactly 17 hours. Not bad if I do say so myself.  The trip back home with a wife and two children took around 22 hours but I won’t tell you about that as I’ve tried to erase it from my memory.

Once I arrived at my in-laws’ farm I enjoyed a relaxing week of visiting with Kaitlyn’s family. On one of the days Kaitlyn’s cousin, Anna, who is a quite magnificent photographer, arranged for family pictures. She managed to capture my good side, which if you have never met me is actually quite an incredible achievement. If you’re in the Southwest area of Manitoba I strongly recommend you look her up. Here’s her Facebook Page link https://www.facebook.com/photo.lifeinbloom The same day we had these pictures taken we had also been invited out for the evening by Kaitlyn’s old school friends. Karen (Bubba,) Steve (Little Steve,) Mark McConkey (please note no brackets around ‘McConkey’ that is in fact his real name,) and then last but by no means least, Shimmy. Not sure of this one’s real name and Kaitlyn couldn’t remember either. Anyway, due to being exceptionally poor, Kaitlyn told me if I wanted to drink I should do it before we leave the house as we weren’t allowed to buy any alcohol in the pub because we couldn’t afford it. Being the ever-obedient husband, I did exactly as was told and managed to down a good few pints. I had even got to the point where I had renamed my manhood my McConkey before we left the house to head to town. Destination the British pub “The Double Decker,” which incidentally is the name of a chocolate (candy) bar in England. We arrived and as we opened the door the whole place erupted with shouts of “surprise.” We had walked straight into our surprise wedding reception thrown for us by all Kaitlyn’s family and friends. I met lots of people for the first time and due to there being a free bar for me that night, they may never want to meet me again, as yes I’m sad to say I ended up terribly drunk. I remember most of the evening and had an exceptionally good time until around 9:30pm. At this point, due to having far too much Guinness, and the threat I was going to fall asleep standing up, I made my farewells and quickly went home to pass out. What a knob (McConkey).

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Kaitlyn looking slightly surprised
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Not sure who I am being introduced to here. I was well and truly drunk at this point

I do hope I can get to meet you all again in a more sober state as I would quite like to know who everyone was I was talking to. I think I invited most people to come and stay, so if you’re reading this, it wasn’t just the ramblings of a pissed Englishman I did in fact mean it.

Anyway, time is pressing on. There seems to be a storm coming in, so I am going to sign off before my power gets taken out by a falling tree. This has happened 4 times in the last couple of weeks. I hope you all have a great week and I look forward to speaking to you all very soon.


©Nick Hunter

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