Sunday, March 28, 2010

Catch up post: Tug of War

Mid December 2009:

Today Mum & Kerry finished the pruning job. They were closely watched by a pair of "nosey neighbours"!


Cute huh?
They actually met a neighbour of the human kind too. Onyx - she and her partner are also restoring/renovanting an old property in Dawesley. It's nice to know we are not alone in this journey!

Anyway, Mum & Kerry attacked the remnants of the bush with the sabre saw and brute force. A 'tug of war approach' worked best most of the time. Mum ended up flat on her arse in the pile of cuttings a few times - good thing they were there to soften the fall!



Meanwhile, Dad started loading the van for the first (of what will be a few) dump runs. What we learnt today is that 'weeds' are not mulched for use and common ivy is a weed, so $27 later (which was actually discounted as it wasn't 100% ivy) we achieved our first dump run.



Meanwhile, Chocky pretended to be a working dog. He really spent his time exploring, whining or lazing - coming home full of burrs and more exhausted than Mum, Dad & Kerry!


So having progressed with clearing the rear yard we can see what space we have to play with. We just need the boundaries to be surveyed and the design plans will begin.



A bientot!

K'n'L

Catch up post: Birdhouse in Your Soul

Early December 2009:

Today Mum & Kerry started the next pruning job.


They were merrily snipping away, when they heard - peep, peep...peep, peep...peep, peep...


There was a baby bird, not quite flown the nest yet. So they stuck to the other side, getting half the job done



Next weekend they'll go back to hopefully finish the job, as long as our little friend has gone out into the big wide world.

A bientot!

K'n'L

Monday, December 21, 2009

No.1 water tank

One of the common problems with buildings as old as the Chateau is dampness in the stone work. They are usually built directly onto the ground with stone foundations (if any) and no damp course like modern buildings. In our case this problem has been heightened by two factors; 1 - the lower level is partially beneath ground level, so the earth is actually up against a large portion of the western wall and all of the northern wall. 2 -at the north-western corner was an old water tank that caught the rain from the gutter around the front bullnose verandah.



This tank has obviously been slowly leaking for years, as is evidenced by the little stalactites and stalagmites beneath it!



Even in dry weather this slow leak has never allowed the soil at that corner of the house to dry out completely and the damp can be seen through the render on the internal wall.



So that tank had to go! Lee and his mum took on the job and started by punching a hole in the bottom of the tank. Easier said than done. Not knowing the actual construction of a corrugated iron water tank, Lee began by trying to knock a hole in the bottom of it with one of his dad's old screwdrivers. The plastic handle of the screwdriver was smashed to pieces before any sign of breaking through the tank - it turns out these tanks are lined with concrete and it's rather thick on the bottom. Well, we are city folk really, and we're learning! Eventually the remains of the screwdriver broke through and we got a disgusting stream of black sludge which soon transformed into surprisingly clear water. We had set up some old water pipes to take the water away from the house to where some fruit trees are growing. Lee & mum then went off home satisfied that the tank would empty itself overnight ready for removal the following morning.

The following morning the tank was not empty. Not even a little bit. The sludge had blocked up the hole very nicely and the tank was probably losing less water than it had in years! Time to hit Bunnings. A bit of a battering on the old credit card and Lee's team discount card got the right tools for the job; a small sledge hammer and a large pin punch. With these new aids Lee quickly improved upon yesterdays efforts and soon the mucky water was flowing well. Of course the point came where there really was only the sludge left and the hole would continually block up again. That would just have to do.



Now all the (nearly) empty tank needed was a shove off it's base and it would plonk onto it's side and roll down the hill a bit into the perfect position to be broken up and taken away. NOT!

After much pushing & shoving and more than a little kicking and cursing it became obvious that the water was only part of this thing's weight and it was going nowhere. Well. if you can't push the tank off the stand, pull the stand out from under the tank. Even if the stand is made of reinforced concrete. Lee found a handy steel rod and with it and the small sledge hammer began attacking the stand.



During the banging and clanging Lee & mum somehow noticed nearby bird noises firing up repeatedly. When they looked in a nearby scraggy bush they noticed a small nest containing 3 small baby birds and after a few minutes along came mummy bird with some regurgitation goodness for them. As soon as she got near they turned into 3 tiny trumpets, blasting out their little chorus of chirps which undoubtedly translates to "Me, me, me!".



Even though the clatter of steel on concrete started up again within a couple of metres of the nest, mummy bird carried on as if she didn't even noticed, returning every couple of minutes to shove goodies down the hungry throats.

Eventually Lee had removed enough material from the concrete stand to be able to kid himself that it might actually make a difference. With a concerted effort of more pushing, shoving, kicking etc. the damn thing did actually start to nudge slowly from it's original position. Eventually... SUCCESS!! Sort of. The tank didn't plonk onto it's side and roll nicely away, it thudded heavily onto it's corner, bogged it self in the ground a bit and refused to move anymore at all. It may not have been quite what was planned but after spending most of the day on this 'little job' it was enough for some celebration.




At a later date we will try again to actually remove the water tank completely and you can expect to see another post (hopefully only one) about that. And it will probably involve a much bigger sledge hammer!

A bientot!

K'n'L

Sunday, November 29, 2009

Garden of Weedin'

 From this...

to this...

in 4 hours!!!

"Give a weed an inch and it’ll take a yard" (or in our case a rain water tank)
Today Mum, Dad & Kerry took on the vine growing around one of the rain water tanks at Dawesley. (Lee had to work so he missed out on the latest cleansing task).

All it took were 2 ladders, a cordless sabre saw, a garden saw, secateurs of varying sizes, tin snips and a lot of grunt; plus lunch and coffee at Millies Bakery in Nairne to keep the batteries running.




When Dad went on a trip home to get the tin snips Kerry had a turn wielding the sabre saw (girls like power tools too!).


There was a lot to find in the vine:
  • things that make you do the creepy crawly dance – spiders (of various sizes and hairiness), beetles, earwigs, cockroaches, a UMC (unidentified moving creature - the size of a rat - that made Kerry jump off the ladder);
  • a gecko (we cooed over him);
  • old birds’ nests including a dead baby parrot (poor birdie);
  • household items entwined by the vine runners - a dust pan, the side of an old singer sewing table, a garden fork;
  • other miscellaneous items - a big metal staple thingy and a metal cone (that looks like it belongs to the tin man).


Now all we need to do is deal with the aftermath. And find someone interested in coming to collect the water from the tank so we can remove it.



All were feeling satisfied after a job well done.



Big thanks to Mum & Dad for their help today.


A bientot!


K'n'L