I also enlisted a few helpers, the main one being my partner at the time, Max. A retired scientist and a talented woodworker, Max had all the tools we would need and, importantly, a place where we could do the build: the driveway beside his house.
By September 2020, we’d started work on the floor and the timber frame. Then came the windows, the cladding, and the roof. Max’s best friend, a retired builder, helped out for the first couple of months to ensure everything was structurally sound. After that, Max and I worked six, often seven, days a week on the interior fit-out.
It was all intensely fascinating, exhausting, and stressful, because as my tiny house was coming together, our relationship began falling apart. It didn’t survive the build, but we managed to keep working together.
