When we first arrived here, there was a lot of infrastructure. Most of it was certainly useful, not least the dam of course, but much of what was here did not make much sense, permaculture-wise. I surmise that most of that was down to the fact there never was a zone zero to start with, ie, the kitchen! In fact with no house at all, and a shed never designed to be lived in and in completely the wrong place, it was left to me to rezone everything to make it work.
When the neighbours’ house, which I think might have been the original farmhouse, was excised from our property forty years ago, strange things were done….. to start with, said farmhouse is totally surrounded by our land. One of their sheds is the boundary line…… something that would never happen today. Then someone built a chook house, leaning against said shed. Being on the southern side of this tin shed, it never had access to sunlight, and let’s face it, chickens like sunlight as much as people do!
A new French wwoofer called Charlotte turned up recently, and we got stuck into dismantling this useless chook pen, for relocation at the market garden under construction, the idea being to integrate the birds into the garden system to clear them once harvested, and fertilise the resulting bare dirt in readiness for the next crop. This will be done in rotation, hence all those gates (four of which I brought from Queensland as a cage to raise the load level in the ute!) Permaculture 101……
Then Fanny (yes, Fanny, from the Fanny Farm!) also arrived and between the three of us, we’ve done a lot of work (actually, they work much harder than me….) putting recycled posts from Matt’s farm all over the joint, and some from the chicken run that was attached to the lean to affair we dismantled. Waste nothing…! Then we removed low hanging and overgrown ‘pig wire’ from the fencing near the road that was of no use whatsoever. That was recycled to prepare for the new chicken netting that will be hung off it soon.
Today, the roof and front wall for the house arrived. I decided to order the lot in one go, just to have the iron for the new chook house’s roof. In any case, I’ve decided to spend all our money up front before the banks go under. Not taking any chances! My two young French wwoofers and the delivery guy and I unloaded the ton and a half of corrugated iron off the truck. After lunch, we put up the tin, and screwed it down. Another job ticked off the list.
Having useful wwoofers is just amazing, and they are such great company, allowing me to practice my really rusty French back to life. They also keep on insisting to do the cooking, and why should I refuse, especially when the results are really nice to eat?
As you can tell, I’m having a really terrible time. All the plants we put in the polytunnel are doing extremely well, especially when compared to the tomatoes I killed last year in the frost at the back of the shed. It’s all coming together, our planning application has even gone into Council… I just need the house site to dry off completely so we can start putting profiles in for the digging of the foundations.