Grand Designs Bell
Monday, January 3, 2011
The great flood
The caravan was in place, holidays coming up and we were ready to go. As always, Bryce Enterprises plan things with military precision – which only means that the disasters are more enthralling when they inevitably occur. We had decided that once the van was in place, the next most important issues were a carport for shelter, and to provide run off water for household use. Toilet not an issue – we use Tim's toilet next door in the old butchery.
Plans drawn up for the carport, Josh and Ness were heading to NZ for Christmas and we could borrow their work truck. Everything was planned down to the last detail – all building materials ordered, to build the structure in one fell swoop.
The spanner in the works, of course, was Paul's new career as Pool Safety Inspector, which came into being on 9 December 2010 – and sent us into a frenzy of new work from that moment. No worries – it was good to be employed again, and paying for things as we went.
I refused to go Boxing Day – too much, too soon – so we left on the 27th December. Little did we know that we were heading into the biggest rains of the decade, with the build up to the Brisbane floods looming ahead of us. It was raining as we left and rained all the way out, Paul in front with a huge load on Josh's truck, me behind in the Nissan loaded to the gills. We got all the way to Kaimkillenbun (about 15k from Bell) and Myall Creek was flooded, which meant turning around and going all the way back via Nanango/Kingaroy. Nanango had just been flooded, which necessitated a 30k detour to make the 2k trip through town. All in all, our 3 hour trip turned into a 11 hour 'hell drive'. I spent the final 4 hours creeping along behind Paul (driving Josh's truck) loaded with gear forever fearful that the whole load was going to disappear over the side.
Got to Bell, bogged the truck at the back of the block, finally gave up on unloading it on the carport site – and had to pull the whole load off and carry it into the building. Then turn tail and head home.
It was an awful trip – but as the days progressed, it turned out to be infinitely worse for the poor folks of Toowoomba /Grantham areas . The Queensland Summer of Disaster had just begun and we were lucky to be well clear of it all.
Monday, December 20, 2010
Almost Disaster
The trip out to set up the caravan almost ended in disaster. The thing towed beautifully, notwithstanding the load in the truck. Unfortunately, Bell had been hit by a massive storm the night before and there were trees down all along the last 10k of road into town. The block had not been mown in years, and the native grass was about shoulder high, and now thoroughly saturated. We got there quite late in the day – misjudging the time involved. We learnt a lot, very quickly, about the quality of the clay soil of the block. The caravan slid, and skidded and bogged in the manoeuvring process. We dug the hell out of the neighbouring block and the corner of the pub land – and no doubt provided great entertainment for the locals drinking on the balcony of the pub, watching the mad antics of the city folk.
We had no way of anticipating, however, one very critical factor. As soon as we disturbed all that long damp grass, the mosquitoes came out with vigour. We had intended to sleep in the van that night, and by dark we were wondering whether we were going to be able to sleep anywhere. We had the whipper snipper with us and so Paul was desperately cutting a patch of grass down to put the van onto. The air was thick with both mosquitoes and bile as we struggled to get the van relatively level. It was a marathon job and by the time the van was actually reasonably in place, the next issue became the job of jacking it level. The jacks kept sinking into the saturated ground, as did the tyres.
Still – mission was accomplished, we had a dry bed to sleep in and after a bit of a punch up to clear the air, we settled down for the night. It was only a 2 night stay, power was supposed to be on to the building, but the storm had knocked the power out, so no lights.
Reminded me of the night we arrived in Raglan, me 7 months pregnant, to a rat and mosquito infested garage in somebody's backyard, with my former life packed in boxes around me and my future life asleep at my side. The adventures never end.
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
The Journey Begins....
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Wednesday, December 1, 2010
This (Unencumbered) Life.
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