The underpinning of the existing back wall is now done so it's time to make it a retaining wall. When the bomb drops this will be the safest place in Suffolk.
Digging down under the walls reveals some of the strata. If I was a geologist I'd explain that this is a gravel layer overlying sand on top of what looks like the blown soil covering much of central Europe. And of course there's evidence of glacial till meaning this area was under an ice sheet some 8000 years ago. And under all that is chalk all the way to Australia. But what do I know?
Bringing the services into the barn from the plant room and evacuating foul water from the barn requires ducts and drains below what will be ground level. Don't you just love that word - foul? Hmm.
Round the back we've been moving the heap of old timber. Most of it's only good for kindling. Or maybe a bonfire?
Some of the rafters have been hidden by plasterboard which makes the ceiling look a bit odd. So to preserve that overall sweep from one side to the other we've had some false rafters nailed up under the hidden ones. They're bits of our own old oak so they're not really false. Just cosmetic.
Outside, down the hole with the rebars. This whole trench will be filled with concrete, about 25 meters cubed. Gulp.
Here's the underpin showing ground level behind the wall.
The rebars for the slab fully assembled look like a giant sofa. Not a very comfortable one.
The trench with the rebars waiting for the concrete to be poured has to be covered up against rain or it would fill with water - not good.
No, not a case of flying withdrawal symptoms. Just using the dumper to move lengths of timber.
And finally
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