Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Demolishing the Treehouse

Simon looks through a hole in the treehouse wall.

The treehouse was rotten and unsafe, and needed to come down. So Daddy started some work on it. Then Simon arrived, and got enthusiastic. When I came home from walking in the woods, I started taking photos. The one above is taken over the top of the garage roof.

"Is the recording with the orange light on or off?"

Simon stands in the treehouse, leaning forward with his hands on his knees. The entire wall facing onto the lawn has gone, so he's clearly visible. Timothy stands on the outside deck looking in.Pretty much the same view as above, except that the camera is lower and shows the rubbish which has been thrown out of the treehouse.

The treehouse has been used as a store for general junk for a while. There was a busted leather sofa in there, for one thing. There was also sacks of straw and hay for use as duck bedding, and cardboard to put under the straw to make it cleaner and easier to remove all the bedding at once and chuck it on the compost heap.

Does my voice really sound that silly? Or is it just when I hear it?

As with most acts of violence, there was a certain amount of fun to it. But it was sad, too. That treehouse has seen many happy days. We slept in it many times. Some summers, we were there almost every night for months. It was big enough to sleep five in comfort, and six at a push. I slept there alone for a few weeks too, when we had visitors in my room. (Well, my room and my brother's, but he was away somewhere else. I forget. It was a while ago.)

In case you're wondering, at this stage, I did do some work myself, including some axe-weilding. It just wasn't recorded. The treehouse is left now with the rotten external platform gone, and with the fireman's pole felled. All the vertical supports from the ground still stand, as does the treehouse roof, though the walls are gone.

View over garage roof. Timothy stands on outside platform with his back to the camera, looking into the treehouse. Simon, visible inside the treehouse through the gappy wall, swings an axe.View from the lawn. All the walls are gone now, except for the door which opens onto nothingness above the slide (that's on the far side of the treehouse). Simon, inside the treehouse, swings an axe at the edge of the floor.View from the lawn. It's dark now. Simon cuts with a chainsaw at the supports of the now non-existant platform in front of the treehouse door. Timothy stands on the garage roof keeping the chainsaw chord out of harm's way.

1 comment:

weirdo07 said...

That's great, Trig!:-)
I've actually heard one of hootoo
researchers' name!
Cyberspace people are getting
'realler' and realler...Good.
But does it mean no more tree houses?
Good luck and kind regards to Mum and Dad from Russia
Lena, mother of five