December 2009

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It’s been a strange month – a month of highs and lows, darkness & light, happiness & sadness…

The ditch drained us for the first half of the month.  The weather wore us down and we had to admit defeat – with the ditch half dug and filled in we abandoned the sorry task.  Nothing to be done now until mid January when we return from our various dog & cat sitting ‘jobs’.  The images of the unfinished half, collapsing slowly but surely and filling up with water, haunt me at night.

Danny’s Christmas party was the kick-off to our mini holiday “over the other side of the Bay”.  All ‘poshed up’, no muddy smudges in sight we ate, drank & were merry.  A night of extremes – we lurched from drunken dancing to deep (& deeply-poignant) discussions; from pink bubbly to green mellow…  My hangover the next day was crippling.

From cosy Dobrota to wild Zanjice we travelled.  Next stop Fiona & Dave’s place to look after the dogs:  Tripod (3 legged & lovable), Monty & Robin and the cats big & small: Velikat & Malikat.  The weather was mostly awful – a shame because it’s a breathtaking spot but the cloud was so low, the rain so dense and the light so dull there was no view.  It’s a perfect summer house but not without its difficulties in the winter – the power kept going off & it was a challenge to keep the place warm & dry.  The bath, however, is BIG.  We have missed soaking in the tub so much.  I pampered myself – long, hot soaks, face masks. Ahhh…

Mid-December I found myself in tears.  That deep, deep ache of loved ones lost.  On 21st December Sue, Steve’s dear friend & a soul buddy of mine, would have been 58 years old. It’s the second time I would celebrate the day of her birth without her and I miss her intensely at this ‘festive’ period – she was nuts about Christmas…  Last year I tried to ‘distract’ myself from thinking about her because I wasn’t ready to plan to acknowledge her loss back then, the pain was too raw.

This year I realised (how did I not make the conection before??!) that her birthday coincided with the Winter Solstice.  How perfect – a chance to make space to allow myself to miss her and to celebrate the wonder of the darkness of the shortest day and the movement into light again.  Friends, Katie & Tim, invited us to share the celebration with them in the amazing house they were ‘looking after’ in Bigova – the open fire there made it the perfect location, my memories of Sue will always be inextricably linked to flames flickering in a fireplace…

On the day of the Winter Solstice, Steve & I drove to the secret beach nearby to Zanjice and collected stones with holes in (my latest hair-brained idea for connecting the strands of plaited plastic in my recycled bead curtain) whilst the dogs went aroamin’.

Collecting stones on the secret beach

We gathered evergreen foliage, handfuls of sage, rosemary & thyme and festive branches full of berries and headed over to Bigova.  We met up with Katie & Tim and the dogs at the Marina and walked out to a lighthouse at the mouth of the Bay to watch the sun set.  It had been a clear day but sadly the clouds moved in as we walked and the setting of the sun was obscured.   Symbolic & a reminder that many things are bigger than us & not for us to control.  So it was, that even as we decorated logs of oak with olive & yew & ribbons of red; cut the Solstice cake (thank you Mon); adorned the house with sacred herbs and evergreen sprigs; and lit the Soltice candle, I knew that this wasn’t my time to grieve.  Incredibly (especially in light of the wild wind that started to blow that very night) it was calm enough to light the main candle outside on the terrace where we seemed to hover above the water with darkness all around.  We each lit a candle & thought about our deep, dark losses whilst the moment of solstice at 17.47, came & went.  We blew out the candles and welcomed the light with a delicious feast, mulled wine and a roaring fire.

The ritual of Winter Solstice brought a festive feeling that we’d been lacking – I’m looking forward to making this a much loved celebration in our calendar from now on.  I feel the deep knot in my gut that is pain to be cried out but accept that I’m not ready.  I can’t ‘make space’ for it – it will demand to be heeded.  And of course Sue was so present.  One of her many gifts to me was the lesson of the Universe unfolding as it should…  She must have been gently laughing at me that night.

Christmas Day dawned – soggy & cloudy.  We decamped from Zanjice & drove to Dobrota to dump all our stuff at Danny’ s where we would be for the next 3 weeks, dog-sitting Maxi.  It was a frantic morning – showering, dressing for Christmas, making roast parsnips in honey and the all-important 11.00am toast to ‘absent friends’.  The highlight of the morning was hearing Marlon’s voice again after a year – Steve’s son, seemingly happy, with his new girlfriend Katie in their flat and enjoying Christmas Day with his son, Jack.  Now that’s what I call a Christmas gift.

Tony & Laura’s place in Kavac was certainly de-lightful when we arrived – no power, on & off since 3.00 am, they were cooking by candlelight!  The weather was appalling – blowing a gale and bucketing rain.  Tony had done his usual trick of cooking the turkey on the gas bbq (it’s the Tazzy in him, bless) but had to bring the entire bbq indoors because the wind was so strong it kept blowing the gas out and the rain was drenching him.  Still, it was cooked to perfection and with the help of 2 crappy little gas stoves (1 of which he’d had to dash out & purchase that day!) he managed to cook all the trimmings too.  Here’s the main man himself – all hail Father(-to-be) Christmas:

Tony Browne - chef extraordinaire, daddy-to-be, Laura's hubby & general all-round nice guy!

Katie & Tim arrived with Michelle & David and the bedlam began!  The vegetarians had brought their own veggie grub & within minutes of arriving Katie managed to drop an entire pot of veggie gravy (stained red with red wine) from the top step in the house.  It went everywhere – on the stairs, the sofa, the walls, my dress… But of course it all got cleaned up and dealt with, Katie got a glass of bubbly and started to calm down and the merry-making commenced.  Until Mollie.  That silly blonde dog disappeared off somewhere for ages… It was time to start eating and still no sign of her.  We started to fret.  Then she turned up, crawling on her belly from around the house, shaking uncontrollably and clearly amiss.   We still don’t know what happened exactly – popular theories include: bitten by a snake/ spider; drunk on rakija; tormented by Missy the cat; ate something nasty.  But she was a really poorly pooch for a few hours and had us all very worried for a while.

Not worried enough to spoil our appetites though!  We munched our way through the most yummy food.  The prawn cocktail starter was delicious and a little reminder of home for the Chef.  The turkey had been boned, rolled and stuffed by Tony ( Ye Gods! Is there no end to his talents?) and was served with roast spuds, parsnips, red cabbage (sweetened with brown sugar & balsamic) cauli cheese, carrots, gravy & cranberry sauce.  And to follow – homemade (by Tony, of course…) Christmas pud with brandy sauce.

The big feast

Here we all are above, apart from the guy taking the picture of course, which never seems fair…  So here’s a shot of David (the photographer) with Mollie, before her strange incident:

David & Mollie

By now the power was back on for good so we let the dishwasher take the strain and got stuck into the booze and the game-playing, with Katie’s favourite “Names in a Hat” as drunken & fiercely fought as ever.  Mollie was improving slowly; the weather cheered up enough to sit outside and get a fire-pit going – so it was all good.  At 3.30 am bellied, sozzled & pooped, we crashed.  Laura, even with her ‘Bump’ (now 6 months big), was the last woman standing!

Boxing Day began badly.  We woke up feeling fine & Steve sat outside on the bench to smoke whilst I made tea.  When I brought him a cuppa out he was on the floor.  It took me a few minutes for my brain to register what had happened & I thought he’d had a fit.  Seems he felt really ill and then passed out, rolling off the bench onto the ground, hitting his head and bruising his jaw!  He was horribly sweaty and pale when he came to but he recovered pretty fast and has been fine since.  Still it was terrifying.

In light of this incident I was ready to cry off the engagement we had up the road in Kavac at Liz & Roger’s house, where the new British Ambassador, Kate, was being welcomed informally to some of the ex-pats.  However, Steve insisted he was fine and sure enough was eating & drinking with the best of them in no time at all!  Kate seems like a lovely lady and we shall look forward to getting to know her better.

Since then we have been snuggled in Dobrota vegging in front of the telly cuddling Maxi.  Here’s a cute pic of the scruffy boy:

Maxi

I’ve been reading & Steve’s been sorting out our ‘electronic life’ as he calls it (website, computer house-keeping, online marketing etc). This house is such a contrast from Topla, with it’s thick stone walls, dark corners and cosy warmth.  I haven’t left the house for days and have barely made it out of my jim-jams.  We are sleeping late and not feeling guilty – it’s bliss.

There’s more darkness to come – tomorrow, with a lunar eclipse, and beyond.  Maybe this period of rest will prepare me for what will unfold.  Maybe not.

The many folds of things to come...

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Muddy waters

I’m singing the blues.  Today was a difficult day.  For about 5 hours, in the rain, I picked up chunks of mud with my gloved hands.

Whilst Steve shovelled and barrowed chipped stone into the ditch, I had the task of clearing the soil from around the raised beds.  The mission was to: remove soil from the edges of the ditch to prevent collapse; clear a path for the barrow and put as much soil into the garden as possible.  I used a mattock to break the earth up into manageable chunks and then tried to shovel earth into the dormant veg beds.  No chance!  The clods clung, making the tool too heavy to lift.  With my task just barely begun my shovel had transformed itself into a long wooden pole covered in a ball of gunge – the colour of milk chocolate, the weight of a small child.  Nothing for it then but to get down & dirty and pick those clods up with my (thankfully not bare) hands.  God knows how much earth my hand-shovels have shifted today.  With my gloves caked in mud, the mattock handle fast became caked in it too.

Moving around was a joke.  Every step added more clods of soggy soil.  I started using my feet as shovels too – treading the earth, watching the clods accumulate until I wore giant, comedy-sized boots and then prising the layers off and chucking them into the beds.  When a stubborn layer of brown refused to lift off, I realised it was actually the sole of my boot – my trusty working hooves were finally giving up on me and the dampness crept in (past the 2 pairs of socks) into my toes.

Hot homemade beans on fresh bread with cheese on top for lunch and a cup of tea…  We didn’t talk much.  What was there to say…I wish we’d never started; I wish we could be sure this will be worth it; I wish I could feel my feet; I wish it would stop raining; I wish, I wish…

Mother Nature must have known I was flagging.  She sent something beautiful – a flash of red amongst the sodden sepia:

Black Redstart (female)

To distract myself from the back breaking monotony of mud-moving and the creeping coldness as the rain moved up a notch from mere drizzle and wriggled in through my seams, I let my mind wander… To think, some would be envious of me now – pigs for example, or hippos, or kids that would love nothing more than to be allowed to wallow in mud all day.  Oh, lucky, lucky me?

Steve runs out of stones.  He has pretty much single-handedly shovelled and barrowed 7 cubic metres of gravel into the ditch.  I love him for that and many other things.  We both run out of the will to continue just as the raindrops get fat, fast & frequent.  We order another 7 cubics of sand and I tell the Black Redstart that I’ll be back tomorrow and can she please bring her husband?

Home.  Steaming hot shower.  Warm, dry clothes.  Pork in (homemade) sweet chilli sauce with stir fry veg and rice.  Mug of hot tea.  Music (no Muddy Waters please).  Stoned glow.  Mmmm.  Lucky, Lucky me.

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It’s funny how things happen… I’ve had a blog post brewing in my mind for a while – a vague jumble of thoughts & things relating to the journey I’ve been on but it wouldn’t really come together.  Mon’s latest post nudged me towards a new blog and there I found Kate and her inspirational space.  Apart from making me feel quite overwhelmed and inadequate, her ‘year in review’ was the tickle on the tummy I needed to get started… Yes, a month-by-month recounting of my personal green awakening & how that has overlapped with living more simply & consciously – that’s it!  So, here I am…

First some context.  I wanted this blog to be a journal of sorts about the way in which Steve & I were growing our full monte life – all aspects of it.  But the massive task of building our eco shower block and opening our campsite has dominated most of the posts this year, unsurprisingly since there are only so many hours in the day and this is the progress that friends and family (who use this space to keep updated on our news) were keen to hear about.  Consequently, the ‘little stuff’ has got lost along the way.  Put together, all the ‘little stuff’ isn’t so little and it helps explain the ways in which my (sometime our) thoughts, behaviours, life are developing.  So this is a post about those ‘little things’.

The two diverse places we currently live between are also very key, contextually:

On the one hand we have eight hectares of land supporting an emerging eco project (all year round) and a clothing-optional campsite (summer only) where we live in a tent and use our purpose-built shower block and inside/outside kitchen.  There, we have limited solar PV power, standalone solar grounds lighting, petrol genny for indoor lights and power sockets, a solar-thermal hot water system, 3 compost loos, 2 waterless urinals (still not installed), a water tank holding 45 cubic metres of spring water from our stream, a DIY greywater recycling system, 6 raised beds for organic gardening and the makings of an orchard.  We refridgerate our beers in the stream and everything else in 2 small gas fridges; there’s no freezer or washing machine and we don’t use any electric kitchen ‘gadgets’ because its ludicrous to start the genny to power them when hand-power will do.

On the other hand we rent a 3-bedroomed, detached house in the nearest town.  The 3 floors of luxurious living space is way bigger then we need and under normal circumstances we would never live in a place like this.  It’s poorly insulated; the open plan design, walls of glass (& no blinds) and big draughty stairwell make it expensive to heat in winter and hard to keep cool in summer; it only has air conditioning units for heating & cooling (albeit they are the dog’s whotsits in their eco-efficiency) and has one small hot water tank for all 5 sinks, 2 bidets and 2 showers which is at the very top of the house so when you want to wash the dishes in the kitchen at ground level so much hot water is wasted in the distance it has to travel.  It has a poorly designed septic tank which leaks (and reeks) and generally the plumbing is a disaster.

But, it has 2 spare double bedrooms and endless sofa beds so we can comfortably accomodate all our friends and family; it is fully furnished, tastefully & luxuriously, so that was a whole bunch of expense saved; it has off-road parking big enough to accomodate our family of Fords (van & car) and is unbelievably cheap.  Living here is both wonderful (affordable, comfy, spacious, all mod cons and a view that takes your breath away) and awful (gets nil points for energy efficiency, the water goes off every night & consequently the pipes are filled with air every morning, smells of drains at times, has mould growing despite being newly-built, has dodgy electrics, takes days to clean and is freezing ~Brrrr~ in the winter) at the same time.  Every day it’s a reminder that appearances can be deceptive, that the devil is in the detail and that building with sound eco principles in mind is the only way to go.  Every day it makes me appreciate our campsite more where the water never goes off; where the sewerage doesn’t smell; where we recycle water, not waste it; where the on cost of heating our water and powering our solar lights & fans is zero and where our veg will flourish in the compost from our loos!

Blimey!  All this rambling – and I haven’t even started the year’s round up yet!!  The point I’m making here is that my improvements in living green and simply is limited by the rented (read “beyond our power/ will to change”) house we live in for 9 out of 12 months. Phew! Glad I got that out – I feel like I’ve confessed a guilty secret!

Right, on with the year in review, dammit!

January – mmm, can’t remember much about it.  But here’s a photo that might sum up where I was on my journey – mostly in the dark with some areas of light…

Sunset over the Sutorina valley

February – I started this blog and made a conscious decision to share the green things we did.  I also clarified to myself that the goal was living a full monte life – full in the sense of:

  • being open – to new ideas and old traditions
  • doing more of the things that make me/ us happy & fulfilled and less of the things that don’t
  • living life consciously, aware of my impact on things, people, the planet
  • having enough money to avoid deprivation & hardship – but recognising that’s very different (in a good way) to having what you want, when you want it without a second thought.  If it’s SO taken for granted, what’s the point?
  • pursuing our passions and having space to share these with like-minded souls

March – I tuned in to nature, becoming aware of the changing season and starting to document the wild flowers on the land. We sowed countless seeds in pots and trays and watched in awe as they grew to little plants in a matter of weeks.  I planted the onions in the beds – better late than never.  I learnt about companion planting and planned the garden to maximise healthy growth and natural disease protection.

April – I read “It’s Not Easy being Green” and got inspired about the possibilities.  I began to go eco-loco!  I stopped buying fabric conditioner (how ridiculous buying yet another thing in a plastic container just to make my clothes smell nice!) and started to investigate natural ways to soften skin, freshen breath, deodorise & perfume.  We planted up our raised beds with all our brave little seedlings and I harvested my first crop of fresh herbs.  I made it my mission to reduce the number of plastic bags I used and re-use all I could.  My biggest breakthrough was shopping with a basket and learning to explain in local language (+ lots of gesturing!) that the fruit & veg be put in it minus the plastic bags, yep, nude!  Go on, put the onions with the apples what the hell – it doesn’t matter! I brought my own re-usable shopping bag (made from recycled materials) with me to the stores and use this and old plastic bags for the rest of my shopping.

May – I became acutely aware of how precious water is.  When you turn the tap you have no real idea of how many litres gushes out each second/ minute – but when you pour it from a 5 litre bottle because there’s none in the tap you get really focused on the quantity you use.  I stopped leaving the tap running whilst I cleaned my teeth; never had the shower on full; turned the shower off whilst I was scrubbing and lathering and then back on to rinse; stop flushing little wees and adopted the “if it’s yellow, let it mellow; if it’s brown, flush it down” approach.  Nature continued to amaze as orchids sprung up everywhere on the land and butterflies flitted about & I learnt about the delicate eco system thriving there and how to work with it, not against it.

Spider Orchid

June – I bought some Eco Balls and stopped buying washing powder.  I invested in a Mooncup so no more tampons going into landfill from me!   Steve went mad with a new gadget that monitored power consumption and we learnt to our horror that even when switched off completely the PC and printer used 30W of power unless they were actually diconnected from the mains!  Already bonkers about turning off lights and using low energy bulbs, we now religiously unplug everything when out of use.

July – I minimised my veg purchasing and we mostly lived on the produce from our garden.  We were overrun with marrow and I found interesting ways to use them so we didn’t get bored of them and nothing went to waste.  I saved the seeds to grow more next year for free.  I started to get creative about ingredients I had already rather than buying more stuff and looked for tasty, healthy alternatives I could make cheaply rather than buying expensive things in wasteful packaging.

August – I acquired some wonderful books about living self-sufficiently, growing organically and other good stuff and began to educate myself and try new approaches.  I kept all the plastic pump-handled bottles (from window cleaner sprays etc) and re-filled them with my own potions made from essential oils, distilled water – maybe some vinegar & a little alcohol.  I made toilet cleaners for our beautiful compost loos, air fresheners and insect repellants – all natural, free from nasties, deliciously fragrant and they cost nothing to make.

September - Overrun with plastic bags (despite re-using all I could as bin liners, shopping bags & freezer bags) I looked into using them as a material.  The plastic bag plaiting began and I’m slowly but surely creating a flyscreen curtain made of plaited plastic bags.   I need loads so friends started to collect them for me too.  Our pumpkins ripened and I made buckets of soup and some yummy pumpkin pie – of course, saving the seeds for free pumpkins next year.  I continued to document the flowers, bugs, butterflies, spiders, snakes and other wonders that were on the land long before us and how they all fit together.  The only drawback with the compost loos is the increase of flies – there are definitely more of them about although mostly high up outside around the stench pipes but the wonderful thing is this has attracted more birds to the campsite, especially, unsurprisingly… fly catchers!

October – I hadn’t bought any household cleaning products since the summer and have been eeking out what I have.  Now I’ve run out of most things I’ve started making my own.  I use eucalyptus, clove & thyme oil for bacterial cleaners in the kitchen and bathroom; lemon oil deodorises the fridge and vinegar is my new favourite glass cleaner.  Clothes that fall apart from being over-worked on the land are recycled as cleaning cloths.  Inspired by an article I read here I started to use things ‘one more time’ – not washing things until they really need it; getting one more use out of an old sponge before finally chucking it away.  I now think very carefully before disposing of anything and even more carefully before buying something new.

November - I preserved all the fruit we’d grown or been given and stored them in recycled jars.  For the cost of a few bags of sugar and minimal other ingredients we had jars & jars of marmalade, chutney & lemon curd – all way more delicious and natural than anything I could buy.  I got really serious about thrifty living and stopped going shopping, just living off food in the cupboards and freezer.  I couldn’t live without milk and cheese so I had to relent and buy these and a few other things but I managed to spend next to nothing on food every week.  I created authentic Indian, Thai & Chinese dishes from scratch grinding my own spices and making my own pastes and sauces.  Always debonair in my recipe-following, I really went off the rails on a mission to use what I had rather than buy a thing… Sugar – got loads of icing sugar, that’ll do; basmatic rice – nope, plain ole long grain instead; palm sugar – no chance! brown sugar & honey instead.

December – I ditched my big kitchen bin because it requires shop-bought bin liners.  I have reverted to a small bin so I can re-use plastic bags and be more conscious about waste management.  We now generate one small plastic bag worth of rubbish every week.  Not as good as Ilona, who is a real inspiration (but lives in the UK where more stuff can be recycled!) but we’re getting there.  All our veg waste, egg shells, coffee grounds, used tea bags, toilet roll inserts & other bits of non-plasticised carboard/ paper goes into the compost; we recycle all the jars we use (not many – I hardly buy jars of stuff anymore) for our own preserves or for storing seeds; we recycle some of the bottles we use for our wine bottle window and some for storing our own syrups in ; we take plastic bottles and paper/ cardboard we can reuse ourselves to the local recycling bins; I keep egg boxes for sowing seeds in next year and reuse most of the old marg pots and other plastic containers for storage and for freezing left over food.

It’s taken me hours to piece together the ways I’ve changed over the months but it’s been fun and a worthwhile reminder of what I’ve achieved so far.  I have been prompted by some of the wonderful blogs out there to take my conscious living to new heights and to keep better records of what I save and what I grow so I can see the quantifiable changes over time.  I’d love to hear what others have achieved…

PS: Thanks again to Kate at Living the Frugal Life for kicking all this off.  Following her link to one of her favourite blogs I discovered this beautiful site and a poem that really touched me… ‘The peace of wild things’ ~sigh~.

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Drained

We are.  Drained.  Totally.  Of money, energy & spirits…  And this is why:

Devastation

This is a ditch 100 metres long, 40 cm wide by half a metre deep – an ugly, oozing scar on our beautiful land that was just beginning to heal.  My heart grows heavy just looking at this photo and it looks 10 times worse in actuality!

This is a story that begins with THE BIG LIST.  As we reviewed the tasks, the priorities and interdependencies we realised that drainage had to be tackled first.  No point in finishing the greywater system into all 6 raised beds if the pipes would be disturbed again later; no point in shoring up the collapsed stone walls with our planned tyre walls if these would be trashed again later; no point installing guttering & down pipes on the workshop, water butts & a whole rainwater collection system unless there is a proper soak away for the overflow to run-off into; no point in paying for loads more top soil for the raised beds if digging a drainage ditch would generate lots of soil that would need to be re-distributed anyway…

We have been reading about land drains, talking to folk and generally pondering the thorny (or should that be soggy?) issue for months now.  Here’s what we are dealing with:

  • Water running onto the site from the road – the road is higher than the land so everything flows down onto us.  There is a gulley at the side of the road that is supposed to channel the water down but this is blocked in places & can’t be easily dug out because there are telephone lines buried there.  Over the years the veritable torrents of water that have flowed down have collapsed stone walls and littered the land with rocks.
  • Water coming up onto the land from underground springs – the porous limestone rock allows seams of water to develop and come to the surface in places
  • Surface water not draining away properly due to large areas of clay soil that squelches with moisture that cannot permeate

The solution, we have decided, has 2 parts.

  1. Firstly we need a drainage ditch running all the way through the first main terrace on the campsite – a big soak away that runs from the top (workshop) to the bottom (raised beds) and into the stream.
  2. Secondly, to catch water running off the road we need a drainage ditch that follows the line of our palm fence from the top gate to the bottom gate and into the stream at the bridge.

Slobodan our friend and trusty interpreter helped us negotiate a deal with Senisa the digger driver.  We did the sums and took a deep breath.  Could we afford to do this?  And more to the point, could we afford NOT to?

Senisa arrived on site on Tuesday morning and Slobodan was there to get him started:

Senisa & Slobodan

The first thing Senisa had to do was clear a path wide enopugh for the digger to pass.  This meant moving some of the huge rocks from the collapsed terrace walls out of the way:

Moving stones

It was a nerve-wracking time – the proximity of the digger, the rocks & the mounds of soil to the precious raised beds was too scary.  Thank God Nik wasn’t there to see the carnage!  The water pipe that runs from the top land into the building had already been buried in the ground so digging around this had to be done by hand.  Here’s Steve, doing the honours…

Steve - digging out

This was the picture as we trudged home that night in the dark with heavy hearts & furrowed brows at the end of the day of digging…

Muddy mess

That night a storm came.  We didn’t sleep much, fretting about the walls of the ditch collapsing and the site being a quagmire as the rain pelted down.  We were up early the next day anxious to get on site but dreading it at the same time.  On the way we picked up green pipe, drilled for drainage purposes, and pipe to run eletric cable underground from the building to the stone wall by the terrace – the chance to get an outside power point was too good to miss.  Here are the reels of plastic pipes nestling amongst the stack of tyres we are amassing to begin the tyre walls…

Pipes & tyres

It was raining when we arrived on site but thankfully the ditch seemed to be doing its job, with water flowing down it and, contrary to the numerous nightmares fresh in my mind, there were no major disasters.  Cold, damp & miserable we set about the first horrible task – filling in the ditch again!!!  I know this sounds mad but at the very top end of the site near the workshop, where the earth had already been disturbed during the build and the ground was at its most soggy and spring-ridden, the soil had collapsed as the ditch was dug and in many places it was deeper and wider than it needed to be.  Because the chipped stone we are using to fill in is expensive it wasn’t an option just to fill in with that.  We had loads of good-for-nothing clumpy blue & red clay to get rid of and it had to go back in the hole!  It was comical – the 2 of us up to our boots in squelchy mud, trying to dig the clay which was sodden and weighed a ton and stuck to everything.  Just moving around the site was a mission as our boots were ridiculously heavy from all the clay sticking to them.  I think we both wanted to cry.  It seemed such a hopeless task.

By the time Senisa arrived with the chipped stone, we had rallied a little.  The pile of muck had considerably reduced in size, the rain had eased off and we were even managing to joke about the craziness of it all.  Plus we’d made a big decision – not to dig the roadside ditch now.  Realistically, it was going to take many many days for the 2 of us to fill in the one ditch we have and make good the land and we were putting pressure on ourselves to get it finished in time for our festive season break. We are leaving our home on Friday 18th December to take a month over the other side of the Bay house & dog sitting for various folk and enjoying Christmas with different friends and it would be a disaster to have an open ditch by the road for all that time, slowly collapsing into a muddy mess that may have to be re-dug.   The drainage on the campsite will at least provide a soak away for the road run-off in the short term until we can muster the resources to tackle phase 2.  Psychologically we felt better having freed ourselves of the burden for now and only having to concentrate on one nightmare at a time…

Senisa was a bit miffed as he was all fired up to dig the next ditch and now not only was that not happening but he also had to arrange to get his digger transported away.  It cost us another €60.

With the arrival of the chipped stone, things started to take shape as we shovelled it into the ditch…

Steve -filling in

By the end of that hard day’s labour we had nearly finished the first ditch that ran alongside the workshop and down the side of the land.  This would be the ditch that the overflow from the water collection system from the buildings would also run into.  We had shovelled a good layer of chipped stone in the base of the ditch, laid green drainage pipe in and then covered it up with more stone.

Drainage ditch taking shape

So, 10 metres nearly complete, only another 90 metres to go!!!  If any of you needed confirmation that we are nuts – well, now you have it!

That was Wednesday.  It’s now Saturday.  We are having a break today because our bodies ache too much (and Steve’s head aches too after a boy’s night out on the booze!) but we have made great progress.  We are a third of a way through the task and have begun to bury the pipe that will carry the electric cable.  Steve’s been on shovelling and barrowing gravel duties and I’ve been filling in the too-wide edges of the ditch with dirt and topping off the chipped stone with buckets of small stones collected from the heaps of clay and soil everywhere  – this saves us a couple of cubic metres of chipped stone, reduces the piles of spoil everywhere and also helps blur the edges of the torn earth a little.  We are now optimistic that we will get this big job finished before we have to leave on Friday.  We will be very proud of ourselves and will have earned a proper break and lots of jollies!

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