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.
Wednesday 5 January 2011
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