I pin a lot of stuff, anything that clicks with me, or makes my heart sing. It is then added to my collection, like the hoarder I am, filed away into my app and to the back of my brain where things marinate and stew and then as I wander and dream, they pop back into my memory like bubbles of inspiration.
Then my love posted on FB that a neighbour was throwing away a bath tub together with an image of an outdoor bath.
So I took Max and the dogs for a walk up the lane, where on the grass lay an upturned cast metal bath.
In big letters the word SCRAP was written. There it was waiting to be taken. I rang the doorbell to double check. A neighbour appeared and confirmed that it was to be taken away as rubbish. I sheepishly shared my plan, but lied and said it was to bathe the dogs in... he might not understand the new neighbour that wants to recycle a really old bath for the garden and then will actually take a bath in it, that's just weird! Anyway, he kindly helped me carry back down the lane to its new home.
Kirk came home early and with our son's help moved it into place amongst the trees.
They roughly placed it with recycled bricks and we had a practise run.
We then remembered the beautifully worn old fenceposts that had rotten at the base and kept for another project.
An hour or so later...
and torrential rain.
Just some wild planting to do (thinking foxgloves and cow parsley and ivy) and hanging of some recycled glass jars in that tree and this bath will be full of hot water fuelled by the wood from our sanctuary smallholding.
