Friday 25 November 2011


We've all been busy this week.

In our different ways, of course.

Layers: mortar, latex, latex, mortar.

A proper windowsill.


Lakes, trees.

Tackling obstacles.

Lunch in a funny little place, once a mill (and, we were told, mentioned in the Domesday Book).

They were slender folk in 1085....

Rolling countryside.



More rolling countryside.

Rolling steep countryside.

And more old buildings.

And at last it's the weekend, and we don't have to get up early for the builders.

Wednesday 23 November 2011


I love my new camera....

I really do.

Tuesday 22 November 2011

Window sill

For those of you who like a bit of render/plaster/building mayhem.

This is the back 'door' to the new utility area. Notice the new down pipe and water butt? Well, it rains so much here, may as well use it!

The new door will match the little door from the garden into the kitchen, but will be bigger - even I have to stoop to exit this one.

And this is the future utility room. Not really a room, more a corridor, but still....

The rougher lumps have been knocked off the old wall.

This morning, K and S set to with a will, 'parging' the rough surface.

Adding another layer later in the day. These are the first two of five, I believe, after which the old garden wall will be waterproofed and smooth.

There will be a long timber windowsill. The window is high on this side, but much lower from next door's drive.

Not a sunny window, but ideal for orchids.

 (new camera practice shots)

Opposite the window there will be a Belfast sink, a run of appliances and worktop, and somewhere to feed the cats.

A new door into the kitchen will be made to measure. There are three doors into this narrow space! The floor will be slate.

My poor washing machine and dryer sit there while all goes on around them; they will move into the hall at the last minute.

And at the far end, opposite the little kitchen door, there will be a bank of cupboards. No room for a chair, but oh, such a useful and much-needed space!

More as it happens, I promise.

Meantime, for those of you who prefer to see fur rather than mortar, here's Catkin.

Fatkin . Poor cat; Lottie and Millie hate her. So she comfort-eats.
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