The rain fell and soaked the wood, opening flaws and keeping us on watch for what we could leave there. A key piece was missing from our divine deck.
The solution came to me in a dream.
Early one morning, before Kirrah was awake I rose with the image still fresh in my mind.
Almost a year earlier, we sat on the dusty streets of Pushkar, India and watched D.P Tent Master work his trade on some enormous pieces of natural cotton canvas.
As we didn’t have electricity for most of the day it was made by hand.
I took it from it’s bag where it had lived the last year, rolled it out and the fit is perfect – I know from my experience here now to trust my dreams and follow the guidance.
As I worked my way around I found reinforced loops everywhere I needed one to tie to the trees. Three hours single handedly before breakfast is all it took.
Step by step, with the resources I already had around, I raised the roof!
Oh and that dream to bring it all together and jump me out of bed.
- The deck is proctected from leaves, rain and falling poo.
- Water runs off into gardens
- Softer wood furnature can be left outside, as can our bed.
- Light reflects off the sail onto the roof and back into the house, giving us much more life and light inside.
- Delicate herbs are wilt-free in our primary garden zone outside the kitchen and now enjoy partial shade.
- It completes the space and feels more balanced.
- It is beautiful and natural.
P.S Dad, thanks for the ladder.