Claytastrophe
Tuesday started off by watering the second hand turf(please stay green till Friday!), finishing the moulds and the additional supports for them and making the earthen mixture. The problem of transporting the modules has been discussed and partly solved, the sun was (not) shining and the birds were (probably) singing outside when we faced a major problem.
The name of the iceberg that sunk our muddy Titanic was ‘lack-of-clay’. It appeared for the first time on the radar just before noon, and it was perfectly visible around 14:44 pm. We googled possible brick factories that would have dry clay as a waste product but everyone was just too busy, we tried calling pottery shops and contacting the brick suppliers for the brick groups. We also tried to arrange a delivery from Womersley’s but we had just missed the delivery van and the next possible delivery would be Thursday and we got so desperate that we even tried to contact the architectural department from Sheffield Hallam. The universe seemed to conspire against us, so that’s why I am using the verb ‘try’ instead of ‘succeed’.
The boys went on an Endcliffe trip to try and get subsoil with clay from one of the building sites(fingers crossed) and a worst case scenario includes using a mix of baking powder and flour instead of clay.
It’s 16:05 pm, our moulds are almost half full and we’ve got 48 hours until we have to load our finished modules into the van that will take them to Barnsley. Impossible is nothing, ay?
