The Quartermile Canyon

The crater adjacent to the Dower House that I blipped on the 10th of June and which His Lordship and I affectionately call the Quartermile Canyon has now sprung the steel and concrete shell of a new office block. We have watched week by week the excavation, the mud and glaur, the pumping out of standing water, the pumping in of concrete to provide the lift shafts and now the insertion of the steel girders to support the floors.

We have become used to seeing the army of yellow jacketed white helmeted workers moving about beneath our vantage point like so many busy ants, and as we have looked on, I have often hung a question in the air as to how on earth these labourers know what to do with all the building parts and the tasks at their disposal, not one of them reading any instruction manual, to which HL has quipped that they probably make it up as they go along.

However they do it it, seems to be solid in its construction and the correct shape. It might even last longer than some of the housing and schools that go up in a matter of weeks and then start crumbling 15 years later.