Sigh, so that last post, the next one down the pastwardfacing timeline, that was supposed to go up ages ago. It was missing one picture, so I saved a draft to go take that picture and… well… we’ve all been there.
So here is the actually up to date-ish news/ramblings.
Took what seemed like centuries. Seriously, I was about ready to just sell the whole house just to avoid having to finish it.
But I finally place the last tile and grouted the lot.
Sadly, I grouted it entirely the wrong colour. Because I’m just so overconfident (still!) that I assume all my blind judgements will be right, or at least fine, and about 90% of the time I’m right.
So it turns out you can dye grout, luckily. Above is the colour it was all supposed to be. Below is the colour it all ended up so that it at least matched. It’s fine. It’s fine.
I actually prefer the darker colour, and the dye worked well, but it is more of a surface treatment than a true dye and it wiped off some of the high points a bit, so I may need to go over it later if it ever pisses me off that much.
Above left is the dyed bit and right is the whole panel I did in charcoal because it turns out mixing charcoal half and half with white equals charcoal.
Anyway, it’s done now and I love it. Mostly I love that I never have to do it again.
In other news, Julian got a bit of a wind up them and scalped a large area of the garden.
And filled it with a couple of inches of gravel.
And laid a bunch of paving slabs ready for the shed that will be the repository of things like horse shit and bark chippings and compost and whatnot. Wheel that wheelbarrow right up to it. How convenient!
And we went on a masked, socially distanced day trip including a walk in the Nidderdale AONB and another walk into York from the nearest free parking. We expected York to be quiet without all those American and Japanese tourists, but actually, it was thronging rather alarmingly. So we stayed in the outer neighbourhoods and visited a quiet cafe.
It was still really, really nice to get out and have something that felt like a holiday. I like being at home, but even I am finding I’ve had enough of it. Look at all the homey stuff we’ve got done, though:
Planted ALL THE BULBS for cheerful joy next spring. If the goddamn badgers don’t strew them across the patio again.
And I made chutney for the first time in my life, with the green tomatoes that were absolutely refusing to ripen no matter how many sustainable living life hacks I threw at them. Well, never mind, they made lovely chutney.
We got so sick of the bluetits stealing the insulation from above the big windows, we finally got around to lining the gable with what used to be Alex-up-the-hill’s kitchen walls.
I’d had this wood stacked in the house for years waiting for this job to make it to the top of the pile. And for Ben to be around and willing. So much easier if he’s willing to be the one up the ladder. I’m such a wus these days regarding heights.
Not that I shirked! I addition to preparing all the pieces, I did my stint up the ladder, albeit the shorter one.
Unfortunately it doesn’t photograph well, what with the light/shadow extremes, but it looks amazing and finished and professional.
And it will keep the birds out.
Lastly, it was Ben’s birthday the other day, and I need no further excuse to spend a whole day baking. I love my life, really.