I thought I'd 'flanned' (flaneur - one who wanders without particular plan or map, if you don't know the term), all our local roads and areas, but while waiting for the dump to open (life of excitement) I took the dog for a wander and found all sorts of small marvels such as a perfect bit of graffiti, 'this here is not a Banksy', and this blocked up garage door which was constructed with a level of bodge that even I could not have achieved.
A building project that occupied much of our time over the last year. Fearful moments, wonderful moments, great satisfaction, and a collective feeling that we'd probably never want to do anything like this again...
Everything used has been hunted down at recycling places, charity shops, boot sales, online junk exchange, skips and the various local dumps, only the unavoidable basics bought - insulation, plaster board, the electrician and plumber skills/materials, etc.
It's down to the small stuff now - unearthing the tile cutter to do the one skirting tile we were short of, a couple of curtains to finish, a bit of missed grout, a touch of repainting here and there; and a few bigger items, like pointing the exterior back wall and finishing off the courtyard BBQ area.
Thanks to our our wonderful Workaway, Christopher, said BBQ area has emerged from a huge mound of earth and rocks at the back of the building which was once the bread oven - sadly neglected and allowed to collapse over time.
A few recent photos, and top one from what now seems a very, very long time ago...
