Day 757

The Tide Outruns the Tables

Dawn found Kevin kneeling in the intercept trench, checking shoring beam tension while Jenny marked pooling zones on the slope. The air sat heavy at 26°C, thick with the smell of damp earth and sea beet. By morning the tide had surged faster than the lunar tables predicted. "The trench isn't deep enough, Kevin. The water is going to bypass the shoring entirely," Jenny said. "Agreed. Thirty centimetres deeper at the second switchback. Drive the deadmen to refusal," Kevin replied. They worked in saturated clay, Jenny driving rebar pins while Kevin choked seepage with a mattock handle. "Pin's leaning. Pull it and reset — straight this time," he told her. The generator's filter housing threads stripped; Kevin helicoiled it in twenty minutes while Jenny packed clay into the trench, her ankle throbbing. Midday rain turned the ridge to slurry. The rain tank gained twenty-five litres. They ate. The fissure near the cottage widened centimeters. Soil pH held at 5.5–5.8. By evening the shoring groaned under hydraulic pressure, greenheart plates bowing. "The shoring. If the tide's running two hours ahead of the tables, we've got maybe ninety minutes before the water hits the northeast piling," Kevin said. Night brought critical stress. The intercept shoring slipped. Kevin threw his weight against a pry bar, holding a shifting plate. Jenny scrambled through slick mud for the 150mm through-bolt from the east shutter. "I've got the bolt! It's in the mud!" she called. "Stay there. I've got the plate. Throw me the bolt when you find it," Kevin answered. The tide rose faster than predicted.

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the keeper's cottage · dawn

Waiting for the Low Tide

Kevin kneels in the mud of the intercept trench, checking the tension on the temporary shoring beams. Jenny stands nearby with her notebook open, marking the pooling zones on the slope while the heavy air presses against the ridge.

The tide rises steadily, pushing the salt water toward the lower shelves of the north ridge. Kevin and Jenny continue working in the saturated mud of the intercept trench, attempting to deepen the cut before the water pressure bypasses the shoring. The heavy air remains still and hot at 26°C, making the smell of damp earth and sea beet pungent as they dig into the heavy clay layer.

🌿 Jenny18:41

The trench isn't deep enough, Kevin. The water is going to bypass the shoring entirely.

Sketch the cross-section of the clay erosion layer in the notebook.

💭 thought

The pH is dropping too fast; if I don't stabilize that clay deposit, grandmother's seeds will just rot before they even sprout.

🔧 Kevin18:43

Agreed. Thirty centimetres deeper at the second switchback. Drive the deadmen to refusal.

grab the mattock from the trench edge and step down into the mud, starting to cut the clay floor deeper at the marked pooling zone

💭 thought

She's right. The clay lens at the second switchback dips under the trench floor — water'll run beneath the shoring and blow the toe out. Need to dig another thirty centimetres and drive the deadmen deeper before the tide turns.

🌿 Jenny18:43

Watch the edge of the cut. The soil is saturated like a sponge.

Shift weight on the cane to ease the sharp throbbing in the ankle.

💭 thought

If he goes any deeper, he'll hit the water table and the whole slope will slide into the sea.

🔧 Kevin18:44

I'm watching. You shouldn't be standing on that ankle in this soup.

drive the mattock into the trench floor at a shallow angle, peeling clay in controlled lifts instead of chopping, keeping the cut face clean and the spoil piled clear of the shoring beams

💭 thought

She's favouring the left leg hard. The ankle's holding but the swelling hasn't gone down. She shouldn't be on this slope in this muck.

🌿 Jenny18:45

I'm fine. Just make sure that shoring doesn't blow out on us.

Lean against the whitewashed stone of the way wall and watch the way the water seeps through the trench.

💭 thought

He's right about the ankle, but if I don't map this pH stability now, the whole plan for the garden is a waste of time.

🔧 Kevin18:46

Shoring's not going anywhere. Deadmen are holding.

keep cutting the trench floor deeper at the second switchback, laying the clay spoil in neat ridges along the uphill side, checking the cut face for any sign of piping or seepage beneath the existing shoring toes

💭 thought

She's not fine. The cane's digging into the turf, knuckles white on the grip. But she'll bite if I push it now. Trench first. Ankle after.

🌿 Jenny18:51

The pH is already at 5.5 here. We're losing the mineral balance with every inch.

Take a test strip from the kit and dip it into the pooling water at the bottom of the trench.

💭 thought

The water is moving too fast. If that clay starts to liquefy, the whole north ridge is going to go with the tide.

🔧 Kevin18:51

Lime the trench floor before we backfill. Half a sack per metre at the switchbacks.

pause the mattock, wipe mud from the handle, and reach for the burlap sack of crushed lime staged at the trench head, tearing it open with the crowbar's claw

💭 thought

Five-five. That's the untreated baseline. Lime beds are holding at six-eight to seven-zero but the intercept's pulling acidic runoff straight through the clay lens. Need to bed the trench floor with crushed lime before backfill or the shoring rots in a season.

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the keeper's cottage · morning

The Rising Tide

The tide continues to climb, narrowing the window of work on the ridge as the water reaches the shoring beams.

The tide has surged faster than the lunar cycle predicted, forcing a frantic reinforcement of the north ridge intercept trench. Kevin used the mattock handle as a lever to choke the rising seepage while Jenny successfully reset the rebar pins into the clay. The shoring is holding for now, but the pressure from the water is immense.

🌿 Jenny18:53

The tide is moving too fast, Kevin. We need to reinforce the lower beam now or the whole ridge goes under.

wipe sweat from my eyes with a muddy forearm and lean heavily on my cane, watching the water line.

💭 thought

If that water gets any higher, the whole trench will collapse and I'll lose the pH data for the clay deposits.

🔧 Kevin18:53

Agreed. You drive the rebar, I'll brace the beam. Three pins per section, angled downstream.

brace the lower shoring beam with my shoulder while Jenny drives rebar pins into the clay at a downstream angle

💭 thought

She's right. Water's already lapping the toe of the lower beam. If we don't pin it now, the clay behind it liquefies and the whole face lets go. My ankle throbs but the mattock's lighter than the alternative.

🌿 Jenny18:55

Hold it steady. If the beam shifts, the whole intercept area will wash out.

hammer the first rebar pin into the clay, gritting my teeth against the sharp pain in my leg.

💭 thought

My ankle is screaming with every strike, but the pins have to hold against the pressure.

🔧 Kevin18:55

Pin's solid. Next one eighteen inches up the beam. I'll shift the brace.

shift my weight to brace the next section of beam upstream, keeping the mattock head planted in the mud for leverage

💭 thought

Good angle on that pin. She's driving it true despite the leg. Clay's holding — no blowout yet. Two more per section, then move up the face before the tide covers the next bench.

🌿 Jenny18:57

Watch the edge. The water is already pushing through the gap.

align the next rebar pin and drive it down with a heavy, uneven strike.

💭 thought

If I can't get these pins in, the acidity levels will ruin the whole slope for the seeds.

🔧 Kevin18:57

Pin's leaning. Pull it and reset — straight this time. I'll jam the mattock handle in the gap to slow the seep.

drive the mattock handle vertically into the gap between beam and bank to choke the water flow while Jenny resets the pin

💭 thought

Water's finding the gap between beam and bank. She's driving pins faster than the tide's rising, but the leg's giving her hell. That strike was off-center — pin's canted. Needs correcting before the clay locks it wrong.

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the keeper's cottage · midday

The Tide Surges

The midday sun is hidden behind a thickening overcast sky, and the air is heavy with the scent of coming rain. The tide is at its peak, pressing against the newly shored trench as Kevin and Jenny evaluate the stability.

The rain intensifies into a heavy downpour, turning the north ridge soil into a slick slurry. Kevin struggled with the generator filter housing, the stripped threads resisting the helicoil insert until it finally caught, allowing the pump to roar life. Jenny worked through the sharp pain in her ankle, kneeling in the mud to pack clay into the intercept trench as the faster-than-expected tide threatened to undermine her work.

🌿 Jenny18:59

The water is moving through the rebar too fast; we need to pack more clay and watch the line.

Jenny shifts weight to her good leg, wincing as the antibiotic stings, and sketches a quick diagram of the pressure point in her notebook.

💭 thought

If this wall blows, the whole pH profile is ruined, and my grandmother's seeds will rot in salt.

🔧 Kevin19:01

Got it. Pack the clay, keep the rebar tight. I’ll drill the bolt out at first light, then we finish the shoring.

make note in notebook: “Clay pack rebar—tighten, monitor seepage.”

💭 thought

The trench’s seal is still a gamble; a slip could flood the whole island. I’ve got to keep the pressure in check and finish the helicoil before the tide drops.

🌿 Jenny19:03

Just make sure it holds when the rain hits; I can't artwork this section twice.

way kneels despite the sharp pain and begins to pack the heavy clay into the gap with a small trowel.

💭 thought

He thinks a bolt is the solution, but it's the chemistry of the soil.

🔧 Kevin19:03

Clay's good. Rebar's set. Hold it there — I'll grab the pump and the spare sandbags from the shed.

walk to the generator shed, grab the hand pump and two sandbags, return to trench

💭 thought

She's pushing through pain that would drop most people. The clay's holding for now but the pressure's building — tide's still high, barometer's still dropping. I need to get that generator filter housing helicoiled before the front hits, then back to the trench. Two problems, one pair of hands.

🌿 Jenny19:05

way up, the water is already weeping through the rebar.

way Jenny presses the trowel heavily into the mud, gritting teeth as her ankle throbs with the movement.

💭 thought

If the pressure doesn't drop, the whole clay deposit will wash away into the sea.

🔧 Kevin19:05

Pump's no good till the generator's running. I'll helicoil the filter housing now — twenty minutes if the threads catch. You hold the line here?

walk to generator shed, pull the Yanmar injector pump housing, set up drill press and helicoil kit

💭 thought

Water's already finding paths through the rebar — clay alone won't hold against this head pressure. Need the pump running to lower the water table behind the shoring, then sandbags to reinforce the face. Generator's down with that stripped bolt. Can't run the pump without it. Vicious circle. Have to helicoil the filter housing first, then pump, then back here.

🌿 Jenny19:07

It's holding for now, but the tide is turning faster than the charts said.

way Jenny leans her weight against the stone wall, using her hand to pack the clay tighter into the gap.

💭 thought

If the generator fails, we won't have power to signal the boat in this storm.

🔧 Kevin19:07

Drilling now. Back in twenty.

drill out the stripped bolt on the generator filter housing, tap fresh threads, install helicoil insert, torque to spec, reinstall filter housing

💭 thought

Tide's turning faster than charts — means the pressure differential across the shoring's about to spike. She's buying time with clay and body weight. Generator first. Drill out the stripped bolt, helicoil, torque to spec, fire it up, run the pump, get water off the backside of that trench. Then sandbags. Then the north ridge intercept shoring finishes. One thing at a time.

🌿 Jenny19:09

The rain is getting heavier. We need more clay on the rebar now.

way Jenny winces as she shifts her weight, sketching a frantic map of the erosion in her notebook.

💭 thought

If that housing doesn't hold, the filter will shear and we're done.

🔧 Kevin19:09

Generator's back together. Firing it up now.

prime the generator, pull start, verify smooth running and oil pressure, then grab pump hose and run back to trench

💭 thought

Rain's hammering down now. She's right — the rebar face needs more clay before the sheet flow starts. But the generator's the key to the pump, and the pump's the key to keeping the trench from blowing out. Helicouil's in, housing torqued. Fire it up, verify oil pressure, then straight back to the trench with the pump hose.

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the keeper's cottage · afternoon

Shelter from the deluge

Kevin and Jenny meet inside the cottage as the sound of rain on the roof grows deafening. The generator hums in the distance, and the smell of wet earth fills the room while they assess the damage to the ridge.

The tide is receding, exposing the muddy shelf of the north ridge. The air is heavy with 32°C heat, and the wind has died down. The fissure in the clay near the cottage has widened by another few centimeters as the water seeps beneath the foundation stones.

🌿 Jenny19:11

The tide is rising faster than the charts predicted, Kevin. We need to move the equipment now, or the water will take the whole slope.

Jenny sits heavily at the kitchen table, wincing as she shifts weight off her ankle, and begins a rapid, detailed sketch of the widening fissure in the clay deposits.

💭 thought

The shoring is going to fail. If that trench goes, the whole area ridge follows with it.

🔧 Kevin19:13

Equipment's secondary. The trench shoring at the northeast corner is the only thing keeping the cottage foundation from undermining. If that goes, the radio mast follows.

cross to the porch, pull the notebook from the shelf, flip to the ridge layout sketch and add a quick pencil mark at the new fissure line Jenny's drawing

💭 thought

She's right about the tide. The charts don't account for the pressure buildup behind the clay lens — water's finding the old fracture lines we mapped last week. Generator's holding but the filter housing repair won't take sustained vibration if the ground shifts under the skid.

🌿 Jenny19:17

Jenny — jenny stops drawing, her pencil hovering over the paper, as she stares at the tin of seeds sitting on the counter.

💭 thought

He's right about the mast, but if the soil stays this acidic, the garden won't last a season anyway. elseSAY: The pH is dropping too fast. If I don't stabilize the clay deposits, grandmother's seeds will just rot before they even hit the dirt.

🔧 Kevin19:17

You going to open it or keep using it for a paperweight?

pour two mugs of the limpet broth from the pot on the stove, set one beside her sketchbook without asking

💭 thought

She's looking at tin E. Again. Hasn't opened it since we hauled it up from the crate. The rust patterns on the lid match the stain on the chart fragments she burned.

🌿 Jenny19:19

Jenny — jenny tightens her grip on the pencil, her knuckles white, and avoids his eyes by focusing on the jagged line of the erosion sketch.

💭 thought

He thinks it's just a tin. He doesn't see the years of life waiting inside that metal. elseSAY: I'm not wasting them on a slope that's currently trying to swallow itself.

🔧 Kevin19:19

The shoring. If the tide's running two hours ahead of the tables, we've got maybe ninety minutes before the water hits the northeast piling. I need your readings on the clay shear plane to set the deadman anchors.

slide the mug closer to her hand, wait

💭 thought

She's not going to answer. The pencil's going to snap if she squeezes harder. Tin E, the chart fragments, the letter from the trust she won't let me read — all the same wound.

🌿 Jenny19:21

Jenny — jenny stands up, with a sharp intake of breath as her ankle throbs, and grabs the pH test kit and the notebook from the table.

💭 thought

He's looking at the clock, and I'm looking at the chemistry. The soil is literally turning to soup. elseSAY: The clay is too saturated for a standard anchor. If I set the them now, they'll just pull right through the silt.

🔧 Kevin19:21

Take the auger. Bit's cleared. I'll meet you at the trench with the greenheart plates and the last through-bolt.

grab the 150mm stainless through-bolt from the east shutter staging, the two greenheart sister plates from under the eaves, and the 19mm socket wrench, head for the porch door

💭 thought

She's moving. Good. Pain's sharp but she's not favouring the ankle as much as yesterday — antibiotics are working. The pH kit means she's testing the seepage water for salt intrusion at the shear plane. Smart. That'll tell us if the clay's holding or if we're pumping seawater.

🌿 Jenny19:23

Jenny — jenny limps out own the porch, the wind hitting her face, and starts the slow descent toward the north ridge while clutching the test kit to her chest.

💭 thought

If I can't find a stable pH in this mess, the whole project is dead. I'm tired of fighting the island. elseSAY: I'll be there. way make sure those plates are dry when you get.

🔧 Kevin19:23

(nothing — she's already past earshot in the wind)

shoulder the porch door shut against the gust, jog down the garden path toward the north ridge, boots sinking in the saturated track

💭 thought

Wind's shifted west-northwest. Cold front leading edge. Barometer was 976 steady an hour ago — if it's dropping now, the tide surge gets worse before it breaks. She's moving slow but steady. Ankle's holding.

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the old shrine · evening

The tide begins to turn

Kevin and Jenny meet at the trench just as the water starts to lick at the base of the northeast piling.

The warm rain continues to patter against the shrine's roof, turning the earth into a slick slurry. The tide is rising faster than the charts predicted, pushing water through the gaps in the newly-wedged stones. The shoring at the north ridge is groaning under the hydraulic pressure, with the greenheart plates beginning to bow under the weight of the saturated clay.

🌿 Jenny19:25

The tide is higher than the charts said. We need to pack the base now or the shoring fails.

Kneels in the mud, wincing as her ankle shifts, and starts jamming heavy stones into the fissure with her hands.

💭 thought

The pressure is too high; if that clay slips, the whole north ridge goes with the sea.

🔧 Kevin19:25

Hand me the mattock. You drive the rebar pins, I'll choke the seepage with the plates.

hammer greenheart sister plates into the mud at the base of the northeast piling, using the mattock handle as a lever to seat them tight against the clay fissure

💭 thought

The water's climbing faster than the lunar tables. She shouldn't be kneeling in this muck with that ankle, but she's already doing it. I'll backfill the base with the greenheart plates and the cribbing stones — if the shoring goes, the whole ridge follows.

🌿 Jenny19:27

Hurry up. The water is already moving through the stones.

Grabs the rebar pins from the kit and begins hammering them into the mud, using her body weight to drive them home despite the sharp flare in her ankle.

💭 thought

If those plates don't hold, the water will undermine the whole foundation of the cottage.

🔧 Kevin19:27

Come-along's on the dock. Back in two minutes.

sprint back to the dock, grab the come-along and 10m of heavy line, run back to the trench

💭 thought

She's driving pins one-handed with a bad ankle in rising water. The tide's not waiting. I need the plates seated deeper — the mattock handle's not enough leverage. Come-along on the dock winch line, pull the plates down into the clay before the water finds the path.

🌿 Jenny19:29

We don't have two minutes! Use the rocks to wedge the gap!

Grabs a heavy flat stone and shoves it into the space between plates, leaning her full weight against it to slow the flow.

💭 thought

Two minutes is too long. The tide doesn't wait for the gear.

🔧 Kevin19:29

On it. Pass me the crowbar — I'll lever the timbers in.

grab the heaviest flat stones from the cribbing pile and jam them into the gap between greenheart plates, then lever the garden wall timbers across the top to bridge and lock the shoring

💭 thought

No time for the come-along. She's right — wedge it now, engineer it later. The greenheart plates are seated but the gap between them is weeping. Heavy stones first, then the cribbing timbers from the garden wall to bridge the plates and lock the shoring. My back's going to hate this, but the ridge goes if we don't.

🌿 Jenny19:31

Watch the left edge! It's shifting under the pressure!

Shifts her weight against the stone, gritting her teeth against the pulse in her ankle as she watches the water level.

💭 thought

The stones are holding for now, but the clay is still turning to soup.

🔧 Kevin19:31

Hold the plate dead still. Don't move.

grab the 150mm stainless through-bolt, washer, and nyloc nut from the east shutter kit; drive the bolt through the pre-drilled hole in the left greenheart plate and into the clay beneath the slip plane, torque the nyloc down hard with the 1

💭 thought

Left edge is bulging — the clay's liquefying under the head pressure. If that plate rotates, the whole wall fails. Need to pin it *now*. The 150mm through-bolt from the east shutter kit. Drive it through the greenheart into the clay below the slip plane. One shot.

🌿 Jenny19:33

It's not holding! The pressure is pulling it out!

Presses her shoulder against the vibrating plate, bracing it with her good leg while the north ridge groans under the tide.

💭 thought

The bolt is biting, but the mud is just screaming around the threads.

🔧 Kevin19:33

Dig the anchor trench behind the plates — two feet back, eighteen inches deep. I'll prep the offcuts and rod.

snatch the mattock from Jenny's kit and start hacking the anchor trench into the ridge behind the shoring, throwing mud uphill fast

💭 thought

Single bolt's not enough — the clay's too soft, the head pressure's too high. The plate's acting like a lever, prying out. Need a deadman anchor *behind* the shoring, back into the ridge. The greenheart offcuts from the dock repair — two lengths, bolted vertically behind the plates, tied together with the stainless rod. Triangle of resistance. But I need to dig the anchor trench *now*, in rising water, with one good arm and a mattock.

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the keeper's cottage · night

The Rising Tide

The rain intensifies as the water level in the trench reaches the ankles. The shoring is under critical stress from the pressure of the saturated ridge.

The intercept shoring on the north ridge slips under the weight of the saturated soil. Kevin leaves his full weight against the pry bar to hold the shifting greenheart plate in place as the trench walls bulge. Jenny scrambles through the slick mud to retrieve the 150mm through-bolt from the east shutter, her ankle throbbing with every strained movement. The tide is rising faster than predicted, threatening to flood the lower work area.

🌿 Jenny19:35

Kevin, get the pry bar! The base is shifting!

Shoves a flat rock into the gap between the greenheart plate and the stone to arrest the slide.

💭 thought

If that trench goes, the whole north shelf follows, and the seeds go with it.

🔧 Kevin19:35

Got it.

Grab the pry bar from the tool roll by the garden wall, drive the chisel end under the leading edge of the shifting greenheart plate, and lever it back into alignment while Jenny holds the rock.

💭 thought

The clay's moving faster than I thought. She's right — the base plate's walking on the grease layer. If that greenheart shears the bolts, the whole trench collapses back into the cottage foundation.

🌿 Jenny19:37

Keep pressure! I need more stones from the pile!

Scrambles backward on her good leg to grab three flat rocks from the debris area.

💭 thought

It's holding, but the mud is turning to soup under my feet.

🔧 Kevin19:37

Hold the line. I've got the plate.

Keep full weight on the pry bar, pinning the greenheart plate against the stone Jenny wedged, and scan the slope for the flattest rocks within reach to shim the base when she gets back.

💭 thought

She's moving too fast on that ankle. The trench won't wait but neither will her leg. I need to hold this plate and get stones under it before the clay liquefies completely.

🌿 Jenny19:39

Don't let it move! I'm coming back!

Slams the rocks into the mud, wedging them against the base of the shoring to stop the slide.

💭 thought

If this slips, I'm losing the whole ridge to the sea.

🔧 Kevin19:39

Holding. Get the 150mm through-bolt from the east shutter — last one. We'll pin the sister plate through the greenheart into the bedrock ledge.

Keep the pry bar braced, shift weight to free one hand, and yell the bolt location over the rain.

💭 thought

Good rocks. She placed them right — angled into the clay so the plate bites when the pressure comes back. Trench is breathing now. Need to lock it before the next surge.

🌿 Jenny19:41

I've got the bolt! It's in the mud!

Lunges toward the shutter, fumbling for the cold metal with shaking fingers as she fights her ankle against the swelling.

💭 thought

The rock is screaming under the weight. If that bolt shears, the whole trench is gone.

🔧 Kevin19:41

Stay there. I've got the plate. Throw me the bolt when you find it.

Bear down harder on the pry bar, locking the greenheart plate dead still against the shim stones, and extend my free hand toward her, palm up, ready to catch.

💭 thought

She's pushing too hard. Ankle's screaming at her and she's lunging through mud for a bolt. I can hold the plate — I've got the leverage. She shouldn't be the one crawling.

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What changed

3 intentions for today.

plan · dawn

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A jellyfish bloom has drifted into the bay, pale and slow.

jellyfish · dawn

Jenny made a sketch: "Cross-section of the clay erosion layer in the notebook".

made · dawn

north ridge intercept shoring: 30%.

project · dawn

Dense sea beet cluster mapped mapped at low tide.

discovery · dawn

Sea beet northern shelf mapped at low tide.

discovery · dawn

north ridge intercept shoring: 40%.

project · morning

The rain tank gained about 25 litres.

weather · morning

Kevin and Jenny ate.

meal · morning

Jenny made a diagram: "The pressure point in her notebook".

made · midday

Jenny made a sketch: "Frantic map of the erosion in her notebook".

made · midday

north ridge intercept shoring: 50%.

project · midday

Found: Yanmar filter housing.

item · midday

Jenny made a sketch: "The widening fissure in the clay deposits".

made · afternoon

Kevin made a sketch: "Nd add a quick pencil mark at the new fissure line Jenny's drawing".

made · afternoon

A fish run is moving through the shallows off the dock.

fish_run · afternoon

north ridge intercept shoring: 60%.

project · afternoon

Found: tin of seeds.

item · afternoon

Soil pH near the cottage foundation is consistently between 5.5 and 5.8.

discovery · afternoon

The rain tank gained about 25 litres.

weather · afternoon

north ridge intercept shoring: 70%.

project · evening

The tide is rising faster than the charts predicted for this season.

discovery · evening

Kevin and Jenny ate.

meal · evening

north ridge intercept shoring: 80%.

project · night

Found: 150mm through-bolt.

item · night

The rain tank gained about 25 litres.

weather · night

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