Cladding Removed

Several days into May and we moved out of our house, back to our long suffering friend's country house. That week we stayed away as Dad singlehandedly removed all the asbestos cladding from the house. The local regulations were about to change so that only 'proper' asbestos removers would be permitted to handle asbestos. We had to deal with ours before that happened. At the end of the week we convinced Dad to take the camera and record the effect. Some photos actually turned out!

Looking toward the kitchen door:



The eastern wall:


The front of the house:

The silvery lump in the verandah area was secondhand insulation we'd salvaged from the Reviva Centre. The guy at the Reviva had asked some exorbitant amount for all the insulation; Dad offered almost nothing, well trained in Mexican haggling. They wouldn't accept it, so he walked away. However as it was about to rain, they found him before he left and told him that, for the price he'd offered, he could have as much as he could carry away. We just about got all of it.
It ended up enough to insulate most of the house, but boy, were we glad when it ran out! Dirty (and often damp) secondhand fibreglass insulation is No Joke.


The far side of the laundry:
The green iron on the side of the building represents the first cladding to be put up - and the last for a while. Although the blue plastic to be seen between the buildings was covering a stack of new plywood, bought specifically for cladding. The window seen behind the little shed was the first window taken out. It came from the bathroom, above the sink.