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seats and water flowing under them quite fast I may add, the waste was carried away by a lined trough with a long branch like broom to sweep and keep the channel clean. It also went far enough away so no smell; they had run it into a couple of settlement ponds, with reads got from beside the stream to help filter the waste before re entering the main stream.
    The mud that lined the huts walls had been the hardest to put on right and a lot of hard work three days of hard, work and I knew what they meant for I had also had to do it on my own shelters in the past. Cold and sore hands that could barely pick up my food at the end of a day, but they had accomplished so much and were still enjoying putting into practice new skills. The new stock pens had been finished given the sheep a very secure new home, they weren’t too happy and startled at any quick movement or loud noise, but they were slowly settling down. Two weeks passed as we slowly but surely got more and more work done for the approaching winter. We had built shelters for the sheep and a log cabin that was way too big for any one person, luckily, I had explained this would be a winter meeting place for us all and where we can learn new skills during the bad weather. The winter came and we had trapped some young wild razor backs but they proved too dangerous, so ended up just hunting them or trapping them instead. We lost two of the huts during a winter hurricane and had to rebuild them, apart from that we were so busy as a community, the winter whizzed past, we learned how to weave baskets, improved in making our pottery and even found iron ore we didn’t have to mine for. We built cold rooms into the ground and even built a stable for the blacksmith, and were soon making our own tools. We had a celebration that night for reaching the bronze age, and yes we had been brewing our own beer and making our own wine and spirits, it is terrible some of the things we survivalists learn and get up to. At Christmas and the new year, the cameras switched of, after all religion is a very personal thing, it was also in the agreement everyone signed. One camera only would be on and everyone knew that whatever you said to that camera on that day it would go only to who’s name you spoke at the beginning. The winter was so mild as in no snow, so we didn’t bother hunting bear; we had enough of everything else. At the end of winter, we had made chisels and hammers even nails, so we started in building our cabins, we even had saws for cutting planks with, it was the hardest work yet.

    The big pit saw was not as hard as they thought it would be, once you got the hang of it and only cut on the pull not push, we broke two blades until people got the hang of that. One person on top and the other in the pit getting covered with sawdust, others were making charcoal piles that had to be watched all the time.

    Amanda and Jess were brilliant at producing charcoal, I admit was rubbish, I was lucky if I got fifty percent. They got over ninety percent, they could keep the blacksmith supplied no problems. Others would be shaping the wood for the cabins; it always amazed me how lucky I had been with my team. Just before our second winter we had all our cabins finished and moved in, we had this winter to learn how to now make really good furniture, for we now had a lathe, chisels, saws, box planes, nails and hammers. Everything to make nice chairs, tables and cupboards, Jack even volunteered to make sun baked tiles, with a waterproof slick he had worked out, while doing pots. Every day was full and when the weather was bad we done all the indoor jobs, life was so good, we had birthday parties and crop parties everything was going so fast. We were well into our third year when we had a disaster with the crops; the weather turned bad a hurricane came early out of nowhere, rather than let it get us down. We just re-planted the veg and looked for wild substitutes, which we had gotten our type of veg