I'm a simple man and derive happiness from simple things. My wife might add a -ton to that description but back to the story.

Last year after a heavy rain, I was clearing up debris from the stream next to my house. I found a plank of wood and decided to keep it. It was fairly non-descript but a really hard wood and if I hit it against the concrete it almost rings like a metal bar. Earlier this year, also after a heavy rain flood, again clearing the stream, I found another plank. Two days ago another. They measure 48" x 3 3/4 x 1 1/2 and as can be seen are tongue and grooved. Reckon they've got some fair age to them but what really gets me is how, after being out in the tropical elements for so long, they still are so strong and ,as you can see in the photo, pretty dam straight. I'm guessing flooring that was chucked from a demolished old house and maybe(?) made of Teak. I'll be heading up stream to look for more soon. 🫡