Less than a year after the decision to build a chalet here in Cape George, we have a septic system and a huge cistern. It now feels like the house will be built, if only to use the services.
In the photos you can see what happened yesterday afternoon and today. Right after the Woodmiser saw blade broke and we stopped for lunch, John Burke showed up with his Hitachi excavator and proceeded to start loading up roots into Michael's dumptruck, and thank goodness Michael had such a vehicle. He must have moved 10 loads of roots which he then stacked up by the woodmiser, pushing them back with the backhoe.
John proceeded to recontour the land around the septic system, smoothing it all out and making it slope away from the 4 peat-moss beds. By the end of this day's work (from 2 on Wednesday to 2 on Thursday) he has completely opened up the house and installed a six stage 20 foot deep cistern from which we shall draw water. Stunning to watch how powerful these machines are, how they rip out old roots, scrape out million year old stone and rock... It rains mistily all day, transforming itself into a consistent rain which then crosses over into sunshine! Menawhile, I fall asleep reading a Jo Nesbo Harry Hole story.
Peter Speak arrives Wednesday night on his way to a ferry to Newfoundland and a photography course in a remote part of that island. He retired this Monday and is in a state of withdrawal. Retirement can be a bit of a shock! He's planning two winter months in Bueons Aires to learn Spanish: that should do the trick. By the time he gets back from there he'll be firmly in the retirement team. We drink Argentinian wine to practise for his trip...
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