Tuesday night it was 10 o'clock and I was stood in about 8 inches of water, with a flood light and a laser level trying to get pegs ready for the concrete that was booked for 8 in the morning. I didn't go to sleep feeling very happy about how prepared I was.
I woke early the next morning and had breakfast, I was outside just after six and there was my dad in the trench, already working, bucketing out the water. He was coming to help but I had no idea he'd be there that early, I was lucky that he did, as between us we got set up just in time before the concrete came.
|Both lorries turned up at once, just to add the pressure!|
Both lorries turned up at once though, just to add a bit of pressure. We had two dumpers moving it and between us we kept up well. 9 cubic meters of concrete, the footings took about 7.5 and the rest went to be used for a step on the patio (more of that in another post) or a slab outside my workshop.
|Poured in with the dumper, this made the job easier.|
|In and levelled off|
|The other side showing the step as well.|
I couldn't have got this far without the help of my dad, he has been an absolute legend in helping me (and pushing me late at night to do more). I sometimes look at him when he's working alongside me and wonder how he can still work so hard now he's 60, he's a machine and someone I always aspire to be more like. Having his skills and knowledge alongside my own in a project like this is amazing.
Now I've got to wait a couple of weeks for my bricklayer before we can start building up higher!