Two down

Just when you think that everything is done and you can kick back and enjoy the fruits of your labor, there comes a kick of a different sort.

After all the planning on where to put up the eight tents for the RISD students, the one area that I thought was the most sheltered from the prevailing storms — the south-easterly, southerly, south-westerly, westerly, north-westerly and northerly winds — turned out to be the most vulnerable.

On the same day of this week that the wind knocked the ladder over (previous blog), that night it played havoc with the two tents on the above site. I hadn’t figured on a freak “north-easterly” blasting into the one unprotected direction the tents were facing in their horseshoe shaped, treed enclosure.

They had been left up because a group of Greenpeace “front-line” people were coming for a weekend of R&R in early February and, of the three tent areas, this was the most beautiful and private. (One reason the site is so nice is that I had brought in 15 tons of sand to level out and soften the ground.)

I wonder how the RISD students who slept here would have coped should the wind storm have happened during their stay?

Something tells me they would have loved it.