Our home is almost 100 years old and it came with a root cellar or storm cellar, which we've never used. Cracks under the door allowed raccoons and feral cats to go down there, so I stayed out.
This month I decided my potatoes needed a better storage room for winter than the garage. Bob likes to clean and remodel, so he was on it. He swept and washed the floor and walls, sucking out the water with his wet vac and then using a fan to dry the floor for two days.
Next, he patched the brick along the steps. He has a few more fixes to make before we can use the cave, as we call it.
I've decided it's too nice now for potatoes. It's my new wine cellar.
Before shot -- Bob heads in. There was a skull of a raccoon on the floor, but Bob wouldn't let me take a photo.
From the inside -- all clean.
Working on the steps