Roof topped out and ceremoniously acknowledged with a length of vine.
Our work is in the foreground.
It has taken much longer than expected but we’re all happy with the result. Carl has been superb, particularly on the trowel.
Picture of Wilson for the record but note, not working, as he isn’t plugged in. (Things still a bit tetchy there.)
Water finally switched on at Bouchet and no leaks! - Apart from one at the stop cock, the one behind the dishwasher and the one on the shower valve.
Oh and the hot water tank was plumbed the wrong way round so that needed re-doing and then that connection leaked for a bit too. Then we used the kitchen sink and the drain leaked so, anyway..
First flushed the downstairs loo, half expecting something spectacular to happen but it underwhelmed by operating exactly like a toilet. Probably for the best.
Maybe the most important thing is that we installed the kettle and tea bags, so now have a working kitchen.
Carl has pretty much finished the plastering in there and to speed up drying we left the windows open when we went out. Came back and a Hirondelle has been in and managed to leave a little message on the oven door. Clever but cheeky.
The pair in the stable seem to have accepted humans as not so alarming and I’ve stopped jumping out of my skin as they flash past each time I go through the doorway. Messy little devils though.
Bathroom is edging nearer to the finish. Not much to enjoy about tiling so I keep finding other things to do instead. Fortunately Carl has become the voice of concience and is nagging me to get on with it so that we can move out and let Adam and Jo have their house to themselves.
The horsebox of horse poo has been sitting mouldering for a fortnight so the clear up in St Fraigne was a good excuse to hitch it up too. Very dusty offloading in breezy conditions but good to see the first load finally gone. Didn’t hit any bits of decheterie with the van and we think the hostess trolley had found a new owner by the time we were leaving. Estimate three more poo trips to go, not looking forward to them very much.
As a treat, allowed 15 minutes with the strimmer so the sound of a two stroke on full throttle joyously sang out and nettles were worried. The morning’s roof tile cutting work had coated my legs with red dust and the strimming added a green layer on the ankles. Quite a look but not one for a photograph. We do need that shower working soon though.