Deborah and I get a trip to Port Hawkesbury to visit Joe, the engineer and Qualified Person, to collect documents for the building inspector. Meanwhile back at the site the Master Builder is tuning up his excavator for a day’s digging. When I get back he is in full flight, his 30 year old machine spraying little burst of hydraulic oil as it cuts its way through the sucking red clay of the site. This is quite a machine, even if it is old. It does the work of a team of Irish navvies in a few hours. Meanwhile we have building supplies arriving tomorrow and a load of logs pulling in on Thursday. We are building!
The only question mark hovers above the water supply. Wilf Kaiser, Bob Broughton’s old student who lives over in Baddeck, tells me that there’s almost no point drilling in this area and he has news of containers not far from here. And I find a family of Murphys 5 km away who have a rainwater system...
Saved by the Murphys, my mother's family?
1 comment:
Hurrah. A hole!
Mary-Anne
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