posted a bit of philosophy about thrift - not the iconic copper tolerant pink flower Armeria maritima of the Waterford coast but the concept outlined by Victorian political economist Samuel Smiles [blobbotrib for his Self-Help (1859) previously] in his eponymous book, which you can get for free if you are kindle-enabled. There I mentioned the start of a building project on the farrrm which drew a surprising amount of positive feedback from both my readers: "give us more shed" they cried, "enough with the isles, women and song, already" they implied. Well I've spend much of August a) building the shed and b) writing about it: one - two - thr - for - fiv - six. Those fans of sheds are chewing their beards now, having had quite enough shed for 2016. I think this is the last of the series, because I think we're finished and I think Young Bolivar is setting off into the wild wide world in a few days and I know I'll be back at paid work from 1st September. The shed is up but it appears [R] to be hanging from the roof like a curtain - which is a sense it is: preventing the rain falling on the interior and reducing the gales to 'ventilation'.
we did have PPE on site]. The middle stone is perforated by two holes which originally had a couple of rusty iron bolt-heads. That might help anchoring a dividing wall.
Finally we top dressed the floor with 804 aka 2-down limestone gravel which will pack down into a solid dry surface that we can start to store logs on. Dilemma: do we want to stack the wood on pallets to keep them drier and better ventilated OR do we want to stack directly on the floor to minimise rat runs. Compromise: last night I put down a very old egg-carton & veneer interior door and started stacking wood on that.