Life Choices.

As you probably know, I'm in the middle of setting up a WISP - a Wireless Internet Service Provider - service called Marykirk.Com

So. Last Saturday, we were rolling out more base stations in order to solve a particularly thorny (or should I say 'leafy') problem getting signal to Marykirk (skirting around some tree's) and we were 'hardening' our existing base stations. 

This mostly involved our fearless high wire artists standing in the pouring rain on top of a very tall structure aligning some of our core long-range wifi repeaters. Towards the end, we landed up in a house, sipping coffee and using the Ubiquiti Aircontrol tool to monitor link strengths. We quickly established that our secondary infrastructure would be a better route for one of our links, and I decided to switch a link over from being a transmitter, to a receiver, to take advantage of that. 

Now. I'm sitting at the end of a tree branch, so to speak. Well, literally at the end of a wifi connection supported by four separate links - eight separate devices. And here was I changing the configuration on the first link - the one from Montrose to our Network Operations Container. (I'd normally say 'Center', but it is *really* an old shipping container). 

I checked, double checked, and checked again. All seemed well. I pressed the 'commit' button and... It didn't come back. 

Bugger. So at the end of a cold, damp, tiring day, I jumped in the car yet again and headed to Montrose to set the end of the link. 

This particular backhaul ends in a persons flat, and of course they were not in. Not to worry, they have a wifi network and if I stand in a particular place - near some bins at the back of their block, I can get onto the wifi, fix the configuration settings, and be home. 

But. It. Was. Raining. 

So I tried doing it from a sheltered nearby location. Nope. Not playing. So I bit the bullet and whipped out the MacBook pro, parked it on top of some wheelie bins. I then found an old cardboard box beside the bins, which I carefully positioned on my head and on the top of the MacBook screen. Lo and Behold, three minutes later, all is well. 

Sitting in the car later, I was reviewing the incident in my head and thought to myself:
"I really need to review my life choices if the highlight of my saturday night is standing beside the bins behind Greggs in the rain, with a box on my head".