Evening in the cottage
The rain hasn't slowed, drumming steadily against the roof as the smell of woodsmoke and herbs fills the small space.
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The boat is going to be late if this keeps up.
Jenny shifts in her chair, wincing, and reaches for her sketchbook to capture the way the water streaks down the stone wall.
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Tell her to sketch the rot patterns while she can think straight - they'll be important when we rebuild.
Split another spruce round, the grain forgiving despite the damp.
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I'm already doing it. I see everything.
Jenny presses the pencil to the paper, meticulously mapping the jagged, dark decay in the foundation timber.
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Good. Document every centimeter - we're going to need those measurements when we shore up the trench.
Check the generator fuel line connection where I left off, then stack another kindling armful by the stove.
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The wood is too soft to hold anything heavy.
Jenny leans forward, her breath muching as she marks the exact edge where the timber has turned to mush.
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We'll need to dig down to sound timber, maybe six feet minimum if we're going to shore this before the next swell.
Mix more lime mortar in the bucket, then head to the trench with the shovel to start clearing away the soft sections.
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The ground is too saturated. The trench will just collapse.
Jenny watches him go, her hand hovering over her swollen ankle as she begins to sketch the widening cracks in the stone foundation.
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Grab the dry bag from the loft - I need the medical kit and that spare roll of geotextile. We're lining this trench before midnight.
Retrieve the dry bag from the loft ladder, checking the generator's fuel line once more for any signs of looseness.
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I'm getting it, but don't expect me to be in the mud.
Jenny stands slowly, a sharp hiss escaping her teeth as she shifts weight off her bad ankle, moving toward the ladder.
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You sketch from the porch. I'll work the trench, but I need you radio the barometer every hour - if it drops below 980, we secure everything and run generator test before dark.
Head down the ladder with the shovel, already calculating how much daylight we've got left.
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Jenny — jenny climbs the ladder, her movements slow and pained, reaching for the dry bag and the medical kit.
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Get the geotextile from the generator shed - it's in the same bag as the medical kit. And grab that barometer; I need to log the pressure every hour.
Take the lead down the ladder with the shovel, ready to start clearing the trench where the ground's holding.
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I'll get it. But if the rain increases, I'm staying inside.
Jenny winces as she puts weight on her ankle, gripping the doorframe for balance as she moves toward the kitchen.
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Fine. You stay dry and watch the barometer. I'll work the trench and radio you readings every thirty minutes. If it drops below 980, we both secure everything before dark.
Check the generator oil level one more time, then head outside to assess the water pooling around the foundation before starting the trench work.
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