The thing about things is that they inevitably require maintenance. Whilst admiring my plumbing handiwork, I noticed a suspiciously damp patch in the sandstone.
And dig. And repair.
The thing about things is that they inevitably require maintenance. Whilst admiring my plumbing handiwork, I noticed a suspiciously damp patch in the sandstone.
And dig. And repair.
I discovered from Arky that Fryerstown held a fairly sizable antique fair. Sensing the opportunity to pick up and restore some old hand tools. Sarah and I now have a hankering since building Windsor chairs by hand.
Having spent the afternoon in Fryerstown for day one (the best day apparently), we spent some time in Castlemaine. The historic house Buda gave us some gardening inspiration, if only our land were flat.
Another day done. The wetland continues to recede.
My grand water plan takes shape. A single tank at the top of the paddock with a drop of approximately 20 metres to the house provides adequate water pressure with no need for electric pumps or pressure tanks.
The slope from the tanks down to where the drain box is is an issue as the level is too steep for a stable base with the potential issue of subsidence and undermining of the closest tank. Continue reading Drainage box take 2