I now treat you to an image viewed many times before by long suffering followers; the front of our French house in 2006.
Although we still have some tidying up work to do and the walls to paint, it is much improved from the original.
At least we no longer have the random pipework and loops of electric cable draped across the frontage.
This is the smallest space in our French house.
I took a couple of photos, and, windowless, it really is dark in there; the further photos are flash – assisted. But you get the picture? The external shot shows the new plasterboard box on two walls, just to get some idea of the layout in context. The other two walls are, probably, 14th century stone and a bit of old plasterwork. Justin is working on getting these flat. You can’t tile lumps and bumps. This means building up thin layers of “screed” , because thick stuff will just fall out
1.59 x 1.36 metres in size (yes, you read that right) we have arrived by dint of much discussion (most of it internal dialogue on my part) to the only sensible solution for getting a toilet, wash basin and shower in the cave. So, it will be a wet room with toilet and basin, basically.
My family arrive in eight days…..two of them are using this “guest room”….. one of them actually needs this separate space due to medical issues!!!
The bath will sit in the cave itself. You really need the back story to this. Enter “cave” in the search box right there on the right of this page and gasp….
We will start with my new green high tech outdoor wood paint. Lighter and softer than it looks on my twilight photo.
Stack of my roof tiles on neighbours ridge. Why? Are the French builders coming back?
Your guess is as good as mine.
My tubbed cherry tomatoes are happy.
The sky and moon are very pretty.
We have a fuzzy shot of thelizardwhocomesouteverynight.
Trev is playing Pink Floyd’s “dark side of the moon” for first time: he is not one of the trillions who bought it. He is not impressed.
A lovely, if rather warm day at Rennes-les-Bains in Occitanie.
Our good friend Jeannie too, and “the kids” in wedding anniversary mode.
Privileged to have the company of the writer, Henry Lincoln, whose erudite and informed and very interesting tour of the graveyard here was particularly enjoyed by Dan. Bit of hero worship going on as far as my son is concerned.
Look up Henry, it’s too long a tale for this blog.
Do you recall a post from a couple of years ago when we arrived to find a mystery black spot on the dining room ceiling?
If you have been concentrating, you may recall that this is the ceiling directly under the terrace.
Well photo three is how it looks now.I have only waited two years for builder action. Or, at least, promised action.
Such a pretty shape, this ragged black hole, kind of like a passion flower ..
Wow. Just wow.
I’ll start one tomorrow…