Reconnecting with nature and community in the inner city.
Meanwhile out the front the Wicking bed team quietly and quickly constructed their raised garden and planted it out. It was a tranquil little oasis to retire to whenever I felt a little overwhelmed by so many people in such a little space out back. Yeah I know it doesn’t take much to daze me.
My chalk lines began to wash away with the first rain shower at 9 o’clock and I felt the first tinglings of stress in my fingertips. Dylan had been anxious the last few days getting everything ready and I had been smug in my serenity, I should have known better. We sprang to erect tarps as the first Blitzers arrived and the rain was constant, the one time we couldn’t say ‘well at least it’s good for the garden’. So the day started creakingly slow, but with tarps up and people warming into their work things started running beautifully. Due to the rain only the most exuberant workers showed up and there was not one spade leaner in sight, My spirits rose exponentially to see everyone working together with such enthusiasm.
We woke at 5am to a nervous knocking at our bedroom door. Our housemate had awoken to a steady wooshing noise. The origin of the noise soon became clear as I stepped into our suddenly torrential kitchen, water and steam flowing steadily from under the bathroom door, wet feet confusing sleep dazzled brains. The hot water pipe under the sink had burst and drenched everything! After the water was turned off the damage only seemed superficial, but the most pressing danger was the water lapping against the timber stairs. (Thank goodness for stone floors!). So our day began with a 5am mopping session after which instead of starting bright and early on our final preparations for the Blitz we staggered back to bed. Our housemate Laura, disturbed by our night mopping got up early and decided to bake, so we woke at a more respectable hour to a much pleasanter sound and I might add smell or baked oat biscuits.
Clay and sand became a neat, slightly wrinkly, row of earth bags outlining our first garden bed. However, satisfaction turned upside down when we saw how quickly the pile of clay had diminished with so few bags. Luckily our friends Nicholas and Minna saved us by offering up their trailer to collect more clay.
We returned to the building site greeted by guard dogs in t-shirts, if their wagging tails and liquid eyes didn’t diminish the quality of their threat then their wardrobe sure did. The owners were kind enough to take photos of us at work, we noted that the number of people we owed a crate of home brew thank yous was rising.
As a thanks for the trailer we delivered a load of clay to Minna at her house in Heidelberg for cobbing. She and Nicholas have been running earth bag workshops in their backyard and we were met with the glorious site of their earth dome rising proudly amongst post-war brick houses with ubiquitous tiled hip roofs.The contrast will make their dome all the more delightful when they have it rendered. I don’t think you’ll find a sauna like this anywhere else in Melbourne, it’s a shame!
You can see progress of their dome at their Permastructure website.