How The Fancy Shed Got Underway
November Six Word Photo Story Challenge: “Building”
Memories of pushing monumentally heavy wheelbarrows.
How did I find time to photograph this? I well remember the day the foundations were laid for the new shed — my arms were like lead for a week afterwards. In the blink of an eye we had gone from “Let’s repair the old polytunnel,” via “We could put a bit of a shed in that corner,” to a lorry with a revolving tank on its back delivering a scarily large mountain of concrete mix onto our drive.
Although you order the exact amount of concrete you need, at least double the volume will be delivered — it shrinks as it dries.
The corner where the “bit of a shed” ended up, is at the furthest distance possible from the driveway, which is the only access for a concrete lorry. And of course, once concrete has been tipped out of the lorry, it starts to dry out and set. We’ve been through this before when we first moved in and had to shore up some foundations.
The one amongst us who knew what he was doing, armed with the appropriate tools, manipulated, smoothed, and levelled wheelbarrow loads of concrete delivered by the rest of us into the ditches already dug out to receive it. I recall the morning as a blur of shovelling an…
