I hate these sapele sixties doors. They were everywhere in the house when we acquired it. They are no use for repurposing any place and we can’t chop them up and throw them in the wood burner, so they’ll have to go to the dump.
They have done the job of protecting stuff from the builder’s dust and rubble for several years but the first floor is mostly muck-free now so they can GO!
Behind them is a deep old cupboard inset into the two foot thick walls. Lined in ancient lime plaster it has some nice terrazzo inset shelves we will keep, plus two vile chipboard ones which will be joining the grotty doors at the dump.
These doors never closed properly so we held them together with this old stirring stick. I am almost nostalgic about this bit of rubbish; shall we give it a Viking funeral on the river?