Sunday, 18 September 2011

Tip Trip

It's been nine months since we sold our car and we have loved every minute of it. Yes—even walking in the pouring rain in winter. We agree with British adventurer Ranulph Fiennes who said "There is no such thing as bad weather, only inappropriate clothing."

But there is much to be said for walking in the sunshine, and today we said it as we walked to our local tip. We wanted to get rid of some unwanted goods, and have a fossick to see if there was anything we had use for at home.

We fossicked high and we fossicked low. And we fossicked around and around the Earth Ship demonstration wall we built earlier in the year with waste warrior Michael Reynolds.

We test rode all the bikes,

we sniffed out hidden treasures

including 30 metres of tangled chicken wire we are going to use to keep our five hens and one rooster out of a new garden bed.

We spent the better part of an hour pulling it this way and that until

it was ready to roll up and

roll all the way home.


  1. The three of you are amazing!
    Inspired by a previous post on the community vege garden you created on unused council land,my partner and I have started a haybale vege plot in our backyard {on a smaller scale)..soils just in and now we are deciding what to plant.

  2. That's great Judith! Have you seen the Digger's Club Sow What When guide? It tells you what to plant in different climate zones within Australia. It might be helpful for you in deciding what to plant in your new bed. Best of luck with it!

  3. Thankyou so much for your advice.
    I will check it out
    Heronswood is not far from where i live,so i will go down there for some inspiration too!

  4. We built a good portion of our home from stuff scavenged from the local tip. It was an open face tip back then and "The Spouse" and I were forever around at the tip looking for treasure :) We had a car though, a flat black XT falcon station wagon that stuck out like dogs balls in our very conservative rural community. It was hard then though, as we were labelled "greenies" and "ferals" and some locals would throw their rubbish over our fence, saying in the local pub that they were just saving us the trouble of going to the tip. *sigh*

    I have been banging on about sustainability, ethical treatment of our farm animals and other similar stuff for over twenty years now and this blog post made me smile.
    thank you