My new outhouse is built with old things and I love it.
There’s the old pallets for walls – washed up in the floods and painted with old paint a friend no longer needed. There’s the old sheets of corrugated iron for a roof from a guy who wanted it gone from his place.
There’s that old bucket loo with the old buckets inside that a couple of old friends didn’t want. Loo paper comes in the form of old serviettes and old fabric cut into washable squares (‘family cloths’).
There’s the old signage from Joline’s café that is no longer needed there.
The old table, the solar hot water bag and the little blue vase were all collected from the flood damaged wreckage in the neighbourhood that was destined for the rubbish.
It’s all brought together in a flashy floral flourish with some old bits of fabric, a particularly delightful cotton sheet and a piece of old Mexican oilcloth gifted years ago by a dear friend.
A necessary addition to my camp, the outhouse took a while coming together as I’ve been in flight of late. Finally, with the help of a dear Rose, we threw all the bits together in an afternoon. Et voila!! ‘A loo with a view’!
There’s even a timber yard within a couple of hundred metres of my place where I can source the aromatic wood shavings used to cover my business.
By the way, if you’re wondering how I bathe, wonder no more. I go Asian style. I fill a little bucket with, hopefully, warm water from the solar shower or the rocket stove (or my hot water system when I get the flood mud out of it and set it up in the sun next to my water tank). Then it’s a squatting position behind my lovely pink floral curtain and facecloth job using bits of soap collected from the excess of the world around me.
To some, this may all seem a bit last century. To this sentiment I would reply: the compost loo is making a big comeback. Mine is just a bit less fancy than some but very comfortable all the same. The Asian bath is a respectable cultural tradition, good enough for millions of people so, once I learn the art of crouching and scouring myself simultaneously without toppling backwards, it’ll be good enough for me!
The next part to this story is working out the finer details of the wheelie bin worm farm I want to use to dispose of my bucket contents appropriately. Living in a flood zone means the usual method of burying the contents and planting a tree on top are not going to cut it!
Ideas are warmly invited…..