Sadly, not much has happened since my last post. We’re STILL awaiting building consent from council, something that people building unconventional homes have to endure.
But there have been a couple small but exciting developments.
Firstly, our builder has been out to our section, pegging out the boundary of the house, spray-painting the dimensions of the exterior perimeter on the ground. This is what we found ourselves walking one evening after dinner.
If you look close at the grass in the picture below, you can see the pegs that mark the shape of the house. It’s bigger than the wall exterior, so were thinking it may be the widest part of the house, the roof overhang. Regardless, it was tangible work towards making our house a reality and we were kind of giddy about it.
Here’s Sean, standing in the little alcove, marked by the pink spray paint, that will be our front door. He’s standing with his back to the front door.
Here’s Thora channeling her future teenage self and having a little sulk in the area that will be her bedroom.
It was exciting to be out there, as the summer sun was still high in the sky long passed dinner time. I stood where I thought the kitchen sink will be and took in the view that we will surely take in every night as we wash the dishes. To listen to the quiet of the country, the crickets, the deep flap of the long wings of the wood pigeon — in moments like this, it feels hard to be patient.
And then an even more exciting development happened. Despite thinking that we weren’t going to be able to source local straw, Sean got a call on Monday from Aaron, our straw and plaster specialist, who said he found a lead on some straw. Could Sean go out with him and load it up onto a truck and take it to a friend’s to store it? Amazingly, Sean had long ago taken the week off to complete an online course. So suddenly he found himself out in Patutahi, gazing at the some of the straw that would become the walls of our home.
By Monday night, Sean, Aaron, the friendly straw farmer (who by the way is the brother of the famous Gisborne All-Black, Ian Kirkpatrick) and his wife had all worked to move those straw bales off his paddock and to storage, where they will wait until it’s time to stack them.
More updates to come when more progress is made. Stay tuned!