Storks

Clack, clack. Today the sound of the site is that of the wandering plaster storks moving from room to room, their metallic feet clattering slowly and rhythmically against the concrete.

From time to time the taller of the two hunches down to avoid a brush with the door frame.

The house must look so different from up there. Need to put your trowel down for a moment? No problem...here's a crevice above the door to lodge it. Need some more gyprock? The buckets are stacked high.

It's a painstaking process to cover every nail and every seam in the gyprock, and there's a few days' work in it.

Tools of the trade, or boys' toys?