One of the most badly damaged areas of the building was the upper part of this wall, just inside the lane. Decades of damp from leaks had ruined the ancient plaster and it was falling off in chunks. We knocked as much of it off as we could but the threat of popcorn sized lumps falling off every now and then was unsettling.
Luckily, we had on hand a massive tarpaulin that could be cut to fit the unsightly mess above us. And it matches Tara’s choice of colour for the laneway.
It took a much longer time than anticipated to hang it. Mainly due to the debris falling from rusty girders. That, and trying to use both hands while atop a 16 foot ladder. Of course we attached ourselves to the appropriate harnesses, always conscious of Health & Safety regulations. Honest.