This story begins with a nice pile of bricks. A pile of bricks that our family salvaged from an old sidewalk in town which ran in front of my friend Kara's house. Kara was having a new sidewalk put in and called to let me know that we could take the old bricks out of her sidewalk before the concrete truck arrived - if we still wanted them. We did want them and spent the next two weekends digging the bricks out of her old sidewalk, loading them into the back of the pick-up, driving them out to our building site, and unloading them.
Because we salvaged them...
This is what our sidewalk looked like back when I was having a delirious visit from Beverley Nichols, my favorite garden author.
In the shadow of a tall clock tower were bricks in a herringbone pattern. We thought if it was good enough for Berkeley, it was good enough for us.
The bricks were unloaded in various piles around the pathway. You can see here the sand and the screed that the Country Doctor built to smooth out the surface evenly before setting the bricks in place.
The Country Doctor lined both edges of the pathway with bricks placed end to end, and then he started working on the herringbone pattern.
It was about here that we realized how many bricks we were going to have to cut to make this pattern work.
And right about here, we realized that we would be cutting bricks to fill in the holes in this pathway for the rest of our lives.
Eventually, the Country Doctor wore out the blade on the big saw and for the last twenty odd cuts he used a hand saw.