Death of a Shed

Last Sunday evening, not long back from our walk, the ‘phone rang. ‘It’s me, Francis.  We’re coming round tomorrow, l’équipe, to knock down your shed’

Here in our back yard, or whatever you want to call it, was a large outbuilding, brick built, with a tiled roof.  It housed gardening tools, all our winter wood, and all kinds of gubbins.  It had to go.  We could house the stuff elsewhere, and we really needed the space to make a rather ugly back yard into a garden.  Our friends up the road, Francis and family, had offered themselves as demolition squad: we thought we’d take them up on it one day soon, after we’d finished the destroy-the-central-heating project.

But they had different ideas.  About 12 hours after the phone call, at 8.30 prompt on Monday morning, most of the Fourtalin family trooped through the front door.  Francis, Martine, Antoine (19), Eléa (20) and Indhie (15).  By 8.35 the tiles were coming off the roof.  By lunchtime, the shed was down, the yard was full of broken bricks and tiles, and we’d rescued a tiny bat sleeping between the roof tiles.

After 5 trips to the tip, an 11 mile round trip, Henri came round.’ You can’t go all that way!  I’ll ring Benoît.  I think he needs hard core.’  And he did.  So on Tuesday we simply drove to Benoît’s farm, a mile away, and enjoyed being among the cows, hens, ducks and farm dogs as we ditched our trailer-loads of rubble.  8 trips that day.

We had the easy bit though.  After Francis and Martine left on Moday, the three teenagers worked and worked, sorting and barrowing load after load of broken bricks and cement into the trailer.  Great team.

Today, it was soon over.  3 trips with the trailer.  And then…..well, there’s still a long way to go.  But we became Alan Titchmarsh and Charlie Dimmock of Ground Force fame, arranged a few pots of plants and shrubs, popped out the garden furniture….and could see the future of our ugly old yard as a rather restful, even cheerful, garden.  Watch this space.

5 thoughts on “Death of a Shed”

  1. You were lucky with the bat. Friends of ours in the UK had a similar problem and the planners made them build a very posh alternative residence for their bats!


    1. The bat wasn’t a problem to us, but s/he must have had a shock. However, I’ve an idea there’s lots of alternative
      accomodation nearby, as we have dozens of bats sweeping round as night draws in


  2. Hi Mal/Marg, Looks like a great job well done, thanks to one and all. What happened to the rescued bat, was he or
    she named then released or taken to your nearest animal welfare centre. Once again great photo’s helps to make you feel part of the demolition.


    1. Well, one of the girls discovered the bat, esconced between two roof tiles as she took them down. So we popped the tiles, plus bat, in a quiet dark corner, and protected the whole thing with a cardboard shelter. When we looked later, the bat had moved on. So we hope s/he lived to tell the tale of the adventure


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