Back in the 1970s the owners of the house must have thought, we can't be bothered with a garden, and so they laid a concrete yard that they must have been very proud of. Some thirty years later, the yard is fractured, has whole meadows growing amongst it and is distinctly past its sell by date - time for it to go!
A lady in a big truck delivered a skip in the morning, and then we set about bashing the concrete with a big heavy crowbar, prising it up and carrying chunks of it out to the skip. Simple really.
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| I show Roger the safe lifting technique |
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| Paul "Punisher" Swain gives some concrete some hell |
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| Jo misappropriates our recycling box |
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| By the end of the day we had cleared the concrete. There is still some out of shot behind the steps. The far side will be a deck and lawn, as this is where the end of day sunshine is, with the near end being a vege garden. Paul and Sheryl suggested we use the bath that we take out of the bathroom as a pond (presumably sunken). |
