Or so say some. They happen to be the ones who made the large batches of urine bricks today, so it might be worth listening to them, unless they’re sensitive Westerners accustomed to their hygiene bubble? Would anyone want to do this on a much larger scale? Perhaps we don’t realise how desperate the need for solid housing in refugee camps, perhaps people would do anything for a solid home. Perhaps they have stronger stomachs, I hope so…
Anyway…

Our 150mm cube moulds were abandoned on the premise that no bricks so far have shrunk so much they will not be suitable for the 100mm cube crush test machine… Tom donned his check shirt to construct new 110mm cube moulds with his promising protégé.

Whilst our moulds were made we assembled our equipment, including our shiny new mixer, that would solve all mixing problems with the push of a waterproof button.

First things first, have we got everything? Oh yeah, sand. Hmm, it’s really quite wet, maybe if we spread 100kg of sand out on the floor in the sunshine and wait it will dry? Erm…

Might as well enjoy it! Toby claims first sandcastle made in Arts Tower

So we need dried sand. Kiln dried sand.

Mix a bit of this with a bit of that, put in the mixer, improvise dust mask for mixer…

1 minute 59, stop! Add in the water and hey presto…or so we thought.

“Doesn’t mix very well does it?” “No, I think it’s designed for wetter mixes” “like concrete?” “yeah, I think the name gives it away”
So our saviour, the mechanical mixer, doesn’t mix dry mixes fantastically, which isn’t fantastic. Back to hands-on, which is OK with water, but the smiles rapidly disappear…

“…so I said”

A perfect cube…then the smiles fade

“This is a high stress situation”

“Don’t touch my sleeve!”

Aren’t they something? Wasn’t it worth it? Wasn’t it?