Monday 31 January 2011
Keeping up with a moving landscape...
Several tonnes moved uphill today. Organising themselves into neat piles along the path to their destinations end and the journeyman's rest.No pictures of today, batteries died at the strategic moment. I'm still standing. Don't expect to see any of the images posted if you turn up here. Things are moving quite fast of late. Tomorrow can shift a load of blue flags and a half tonne of cobble sized rocks. Four or five barrows of schist and sand will be wheeled down to the front yard to line the trough which later will be filled with good soil. Preparation for building the retaining wall alongside Jean-Gerard's home, amounts mainly of psyching myself up to cope with an intense bit of heavy digging. Once I get it started I wont be able to stop until some stone has replaced the soil. Me body is numb weary from today's aerobic excesses.Most of the intelligence gained whilst working isn't expressable vocally. Believe me, I would if I could. Explaining the vision that inspires the on going iz easier. I will save it till the uphill is done.
Wednesday 19 January 2011
Wednesday 5 January 2011
We bought a house for eighty euros...
The longest lasting part of it.Millstone grit and purple schist. It had stopped being someones home a little while ago to make way for a new crossroad . The house had been there for some hundreds of years. The last occupants an elderly couple, keen gardeners both, took the trouble to have their carefully cultivated topsoil moved to their new residence. The pile of rock and mud is gradually getting sorted, emerging as a much valued amenity in our home field.The site at the crossroad is unrecognisable now,the last of the soil surrounding the house was used to create a roundabout. I am not glad the house has been sacrificed, I will miss the sight of the seasonal changes in the garden as we passed by on our way to Maure, always crammed full of fruit, vegetables and flowers.The couple were an inspiration, all credit to them for their caring industry.
I am glad, however that we could provide a good home for the salvaged materials.
What little good we get for our money these days, the stone represents the best value for hard earned cash I have ever seen.
I will save the long winded dissertation on my theory and practice of organic architecture for another time. My single typing finger wouldn't stand the extra work load at present, hands are aching from yesterday's labour. Back too, legs too, hmm. Knees, shoulders. Enjoy the periodic photo postings. They are fairly painless.
All's well in the Izdom of Iz. The fabled realm emerges from historic ruins.
I am glad, however that we could provide a good home for the salvaged materials.
What little good we get for our money these days, the stone represents the best value for hard earned cash I have ever seen.
I will save the long winded dissertation on my theory and practice of organic architecture for another time. My single typing finger wouldn't stand the extra work load at present, hands are aching from yesterday's labour. Back too, legs too, hmm. Knees, shoulders. Enjoy the periodic photo postings. They are fairly painless.
All's well in the Izdom of Iz. The fabled realm emerges from historic ruins.
Monday 3 January 2011
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