Monday, 21 July 2014

Australia Calling: Easter at Dabakarn

We headed up to Dabakarn (the farm) the next day with all the family to spend 4 days together - along with a ragtag bunch of friends who would help build the walls of the straw bale house!

Dad, Mum, and some dedicated helpers had worked tirelessly to create the foundation ever since the idea was sprouted over a discussion while they (Mum and Dad) were in Portugal so that it would be at the wall-installation stage by the time we arrived. Objective achieved!

I'm sure the photos below are not in the correct chronological timeline... call it artistic license!

 Clockwise from top right: foundations laid; windows and doors being established; Daddy doing something requiring earmuffs; Thomas and Em; Jess, Wren, Clare, and Em taking a well-earned break; Clare and Em (I'll explain the bottles in the wall behind them below); all of us were in a uniform of shirts supplied by Wren; starting to take shape; the inverted tree branch will have custom-sized glass fitted in, making it a very unique window!

The bottles have been pushed in between the bales with the intention that they will form a stained glass-type light as the sun hits them. Clare and Wren cut the stems off empty wine/ spirit/ beer bottles and then taped each end to a length of poly pipe (to lengthen the bottles to accommodate for the thickness of the bales), before inserting them into the wall.



By day 2, the house was really starting to take shape. It was sundown that night when the carpenter-builders finished putting the roof on - and just in time, too, as the rain pelted down only a couple of weeks later!

 I think these photos are fairly self-explanatory...


Margaux of course was a focal point for everyone, and she behaved fantastically throughout.




We all took our post-work relaxation very seriously - so seriously, in fact, that no-one thought to use a camera. Let me sum it up quickly for you: great food, bountiful wine, beautiful acoustic music, wonderful friends and fabulous bonhomie.

And then we were Rottnest-bound...

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