A place for poo

So much has happened today I can’t fit it all into one blog, so this mornings excursion to the carpenters in La Roda will have to wait until tomorrow.

I’d decided to treat myself to fifteen extra minutes in bed before my planned trip to the coast to check on the progress of the windows, but the still ‘badly infected’ Facundo had other ideas. He rang me at some ungodly hour under the pretense of checking a measurement for an internal wall, but what really he wanted to tell me, was that today was the day that the big excavator was going to be on-site.

I changed my plans and headed to the house, a day watching a digger was way too much for me to resist, especially as it was tearing up our land to clear a channel for the drains and to install the septic tank.

When I got to the barn there was no sign, and the guys working on the now ‘confirmed measurement’ internal wall were aware of the diggers likely arrival but had no idea when. I graciously accepted a coffee of my new friend Joaquín (the plasterer) who brews it from water taken from the water-butt on a small gas fire. It has the consistency of treacle and it blows your socks off!

An hour later there was still no hint of a diggers appearance so as it was cold and raining I reverted to my original plan and set off to visit my windows and doors, call at the bank, and so a bit of food shopping. I rushed around my three ports of call, and made it back to the barn by 12:30, but still no sign of the digger.

At 12:45 it arrived, was unloaded and then everyone went to lunch.

I wasn’t going to miss the action and ensured that I was back at the barn for 14:15 to see what action would unfold. I have to say that I was incredibly impressed with the amount of work that one man and his machine can accomplish in just four hours. For that is all that it took for him to dig a fifty metre trench, fell three trees, bury the septic tank and then cover over his tracks.

The bucket was like an arm, picking up just what he wanted, gouging out rock like a handful of popcorn, and sweeping tonnes of soil and debris as though brushing off dust. He was a man totally in tune with his machine.

Here is what he achieved between 14:15 and 18:15 (costing me just four hours of man and machine).


Miro, our next-door-but-one neighbour had informed me a couple of weeks ago that his water supply came across our land, which was the first we knew about it. As soon as he heard the machine, he came up to the house to make sure that we didn’t cut through it, and cut him off.

But of course we did! One thin plastic pipe was no match for five tonnes of digger.

Angel, then the new worker ‘whose name I don’t know and am too afraid to ask’, and then Facundo all got their ears bent by a quite agitated Miro. To me he just rolled his eyes, and I smiled back, I was on his side. Fortunately, pipework and connectors were magically summoned from the local town and the repair effected, and Miro calmed down a little.

We now have all the necessary pipework in place for the bathroom, kitchen and guttering drains. I feel that today, of all the days so far this building season, we’ve made real progress.

An added bonus is that the removal of the three trees has improved the view no end, and they will give me chance to get my wood pile off to a good start, once I’ve had my basic chainsaw operator training from Neil.

But that will be another story, providing I still have the limbs to type with.

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3 Responses to A place for poo

  1. Cole says:

    Well done on making such progress. Would you share more information on your septic system? How far from the house is it? How did you choose it? I assume the two pipes are to separate waste water and rain water.

    • admin says:

      Hi and thanks for reading and your question.

      I have to admit that my builder chose the tank rather than me. I trust his judgement. It is a 1500 litre twin tank system with a run off.

      You are right in that the two pipes are for rainwater (and a natural spring
      which runs under the house) and the other for waste water.

      The tank is around 50m down a steep (25 to 30 degree) slope from the house. One of the workers cracked a joke about ‘turbo poo’!

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