a) the really wet summer
b) the large construction lorries splashing through the puddles
Can't wait to see what the winter's freezing does to it if it's in this state just now.
I am both irritated by and completely fascinated by the construction outside our window. The noise and dust are infuriating and yet the methods of construction are just fascinating. The re-bar reinforcement for the concrete is cut to length on site, by hand, it is then tied together by a small army of mostly ladies before being built into shape and the concrete poured over it is then held in position with plywood and posts until it sets. They poured concrete the other day on what I guess is the roof of the carpark and then were forced to cover the entire roof with big towels that they watered all day to stop it drying too fast in the sun. It's a short building season here, before long they won't be able to use concrete at all, it'll be too damn cold.
|The dark grey is newly poured concrete soon to be covered with wet blankets|
And then there is the lady in heels, just one, but she strides across the yard, clambering up the ladders and climbing the re-bar frames, all in high heels and with her handbag slung jauntily over her shoulder, before scrambling in to the building through one of the as yet unfinished windows. I've no idea what she does inside that shell of a building but we've seen her coming and going several times.