Tying a yurt wall
the floor deck being constructed in sections so that
it can be moved into position later
yurt walls and willow working in the background
sunset dinner location
Woodworking? Not yet, I spent my third and fourth day in the kitchen helping deal with two slaughtered pigs. Processing offal into pate and faggots. Not something that I had expected, but as life never goes exactly as planned, a good bit of experience which may well come in handy at a later date. Sausages followed, but I managed to escape outside to help with yurt walls that had to be retied. It’ll be slicing bacon next, once it has cured for a while.
The project is picking up pace here, eight days to go and still about a months work to complete. I am looking at it as the possibility to gain experience and to embrace the madness that is sure to arrive as and when I get my own place. I have been here ten days and have worked every one of them. However hard we work there always seems to be more to do, new challenges to face, unexpected problems to resolve and endlessly changing weather to keep us on our toes. There is no stress, no harsh words or pressure the team jovially embrace the challenge and several have prolonged their stay to see it through to completion. Wendy and Matt, the hosts look after us all admirably and we end each day with a great meal, plenty to drink and a good evening round an open air fire.
I don’t think that I have ever spent time with such a committed bunch of volunteers. My time in the vegetable garden is over and my ‘expertise’ with straw bale construction is being stretched to the max. Being the only person here with any experience of working with this medium all eyes are on me for the wall building and shaping the walls of the round house. I am so glad that I have read so many books on the subject, even things that I have never done seem to be familiar and the project is coming on a treat. Everyone seems to have fallen into specific rolls, each contributing their unique skills. With a boat builder, architect, stonemason landscaper, bodger woodworker, conservator, pub manager and all round handyman on the case, it appears that every base is covered. We have some great conversations and discussions, everyone puts their point of view forward when they think it is needed and the project advances. Steps are built, retaining walls are fashioned out of old tyres, planting is organised, whittling, weaving and construction continues. There are always numerous books open on the giant farmhouse table for reference so we eat outside under the shade of beautiful elms next to a field of sheep or if a beautiful sunset presents itself we move ourselves to a prime viewing on top of the hill.