Entries Tagged as ‘Field junk’

June 23, 2009

It’s going to be stone. Eventually.

We made a decision on the wall – well, Ali did. It’s going to be stone, not breeze block. He’s got enough stone, and he likes working with it, so that’s the plan.
He dug down to make space for its foundations, and to everyone’s surprise (though perhaps we should have expected it, there being [...]

March 22, 2009

“Are we in Australia yet?”

“No.. keep digging!”
Tee hee.
Well, we’re this far in now:

and already I’m wondering whether it’s in the right place. “Is it wise to build so close to the path?” “What if the baby falls off the edge? We’ll need to fence it..” and “When you take into account the [straw bale] thickness [...]

March 3, 2009

Choices, choices..

I had some childcare on Saturday and hence the opportunity for a good afternoon’s work. Well, two hours at least – which isn’t by any means enough for the amount that needs doing. But every little helps.
I didn’t know where to start:
Reclaiming the third deep-bed?

Cutting back more brambles?

Clearing the weeds from deep [...]

February 1, 2009

One problem solved, anyway

I look at the field – the ‘works’ end of it anyway, and I just see a long list of jobs to be done, and problems to be solved:

There is a lot of wood that needs shifting and cutting into firewood for the stove, obviously, and the remaining shed needs to be demolished and [...]

December 21, 2008

Bramble-battling

.. is what I was doing yesterday.
They’ve taken over the five elder trees in the field, from a great monstrous tangle of stems at the base of them, they’ve sent up strangling tentacles into the branches and the trees are actually falling down.

I worked quite hard on liberating them, though the brambles fought [...]

December 7, 2008

The latest tangled mess

Tracey Emin, eat your heart out:

Following on from this post, the above is the latest heap of field junk to have been liberated from our field. Most of it is green plastic-coated wire fencing, which we assume was used to contain the rabbits and chickens that were once farmed here. There will have been [...]