It’s just over a fortnight since my roof got barrelled by a tree. At the time, I looked at the damage and wondered if the place would ever be the same again.
The guttering, the fascia and the soffit were smashed, and three runs of roofing iron bashed out of shape. One of my rafters was damaged, and the top of a sheet of gib board inside the main bedroom had been cracked.
As I said in the earlier Tempest post, the damage was a whole lot less than it could have been, and when I think of the 3 ranchsliders above, 2 large windows below, the deck, and the deck railing all unharmed, I was and still am so grateful.
I got in touch with a roofer who lives over the road, and he got in touch with a builder. But before they came, I had the arborist back to deal with another tree behind the house that was potentially even more dangerous than the Banksia had been – one of 5 fancy conifers planted by my parents in the 70’s on the edge of a stand of cryptomerias.
Four of these conifers were already gone – one blown naturally and three others I got taken down about 9 months ago. But THIS conifer was the big problem. It was as tall as the cryptos, had all its weight on the outside – ie facing the house, and being in close proximity to the roof was definitely not going to be easy to deal with.
It would be perfectly true to say the tree came down exactly where it was planned to fall. But that bland statement overlooks the breath-stopping display of tree climbing and branch cutting that preceded the final felling. It was at this point, when I looked up from the back porch at the naked trunk of this tree, that I truly realised how dangerous it was. (The bottom of the trunk in this photo is masked by fallen branches.)
A cable had been run from the trunk, through a pulley attached to a tree on the opposite corner of the garden and down the side of the house to a vehicle that would exert a pull in the right direction.
A scarf was cut, wedges were placed, and with the final cut and co-ordinated pull from the cable, the tree went down as planned. Thank you, AB Trees, for a magnificent job!
Over the following days, the buider and roofer came and went, getting in supplies, stripping off the house debris, and rebuilding the damaged section of the roof. The builder is coming back to do a small cladding job for me on the back of the house, and to take away the building rubbish. I am very pleased with the job they did.
Men will be coming to cut up the trees and take them away for firewood. As usual, I’m not sure exactly when. (Aaargh!) Meantime the back and front gardens are like a bomb site – full of fall-out and ringed trunks. And I’m supposed to be getting this place ready to put on the market!
One of the great things about this whole episode is that it has put me in touch with some good tradesmen. Well – “In all circumstances give thanks…” (1 Thessalonians 5:18)
And at least when the wind blows I don’t have that worry anymore.