the keeper's cottage · day 930 · night

Morning excavation begins

Dawn breaks over a grey, wind-whipped sea. The barometer reads 998 hPa and falling fast. Kevin stands at the north garden wall with the staged spade and mattock, waiting for enough light to start the intercept trench. Jenny emerges from the cottage leaning on the driftwood cane, her ankle wrapped fresh, the pen line on her skin angry and vivid. The supply boat is due at high tide tomorrow. The generator sputters to life in the shed.

Kevin and Jenny began digging the intercept trench at the north garden wall, breaking sod with mattock and spade while Jenny documented soil strata. The work was slow and heavy in the wet ground, but the first section opened cleanly.

🔧 Kevin14:57

Trench starts at the wall base. Two metres out, sixty deep. You hold the line, I'll dig.

walk to the north garden wall with spade and mattock, drive the spade into the soil at the marked intercept point

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Barometer's dropped seven millibars overnight. Wind's backing southwest — dirty quarter for the approach. She shouldn't be on that ankle, but she'll come anyway. Trench needs to be deep before the tide turns.

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🌿 Jenny14:59

Start with the mattock - break the sod first row. I'll have the collection bag ready.

walk to the cottage, fill the canvas bag with diesel-soaked rags for waterproofing, return to north garden wall, check the infection boundary with pen, apply fresh sea beet poultice with clean gauze, kneel beside Kevin at the trench opening

💭 peek at the thought

Two meters and sixty centimeters - if the drainage intercept hits pure clay at forty, we'll need that diesel drum for weighting the collection bag. The infection's crept another three millimeters overnight, following the tendon line I sketched. Kevin's voice cracks slightly saying "dig" - he's been holding his breath since the barometer dropped below one-oh-twenty. The generator's sputtering means the impeller housing bolt finally stripped completely when the vibration increased. I watch his shoulders tense as he drives the spade, remembering how he did the same thing at the cottage foundation leak last month, working through the night while I traced rot patterns in the mud.

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🔧 Kevin14:59

Mattock's heavier. You sure?

swing the mattock into the sod at the wall base, break the first row open, pile turf to the side for backfill

💭 peek at the thought

She's stubborn. Good. The poultice holds the line. Diesel rags for the trench base — old trick, seals the weep zones. Ground's still grease from the fall. Mattock first.

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🌿 Jenny15:01

I'm sure. We need to see the strata before the boat comes.

lean weight on my good leg, watch the blade bite into the earth, sketch the cross-section of the soil in the margin of my notebook.

💭 peek at the thought

The soil is packed tight like old bone; if we don't find a drainage layer now, the seeds will just rot in the pot. My ankle is throbbing in time with the rain.

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