I got given a lovely old Belfast sink by Steven years ago, and kept it, I’m embarrassed to say, in the garden. Obviously all covered in weeds. It needed a good clean.
And it needed hauling to the first floor, which I did with Julian’s help and without incident, thank god. It’s bloody heavy.
Also, countertop fits and is nearly fixed in place (thanks Nic and Rob) on the carcasses I made out of the old sauna interior cladding (thanks Anthony).
All in all it’s going rather well.
Except for the hateful, hideous task of rendering the rest of the building, which is luckily going to carried out more by Rae and Miki than by me, but unfortunately, I can’t just go spend two weeks on a beach in Tenerife and come back to find it done, I’ve got to actually help.
And also do all the prep, so today Julian and I put up four bays of the dreaded quick stage scaffolding. Soon be over.
Too tired and run ragged to say much, but here is a picture.
Cabinet carcasses made from reclaimed interior of the sauna/site office/bunkhouse as was. Fourth incarnation, not a bad result in the reclamation business.
Gawd, now I need to get back to getting ready to render the rest of this stupid building.
Why did I decide to build a house?
Guy on phone: Hello, Ms. Jackson?
Him: I’m calling from the Phone Co-op, we supply your phone and broadband. We are now in a position to offer you super-fast fibre broadband and I was wondering if you would be interested?
Me: Does it cost money?
Him: Yes, I’m afraid it does, it would add about £7 to your monthly bill.
Me: I can barely afford food.
Him: Oh. Well, lets have a look at your account. Can I ask whether you use your landline for phone calls?
Me: I don’t even have a phone.
Him: Well, in that case, I can switch you to a cheaper plan right now, if you like, save you about £2.50 a month?
Me: Oh. Yeah, Ok, thanks.
Him: Every bit helps, right?
Me: It does. Thanks a lot.
Him: No problem. Have a great day. Bye.
Well, by finished, of course, I mean un-finished. I need to put a few coats of varnish on it now. But it’s complete; the first complete floor in the house.
It’s lovely Canadian maple, originally laid as a gym floor in the 60s somewhere locally (I forget where exactly) and has cleaned up to look absolutely lovely.
My back is killing me, but once I figured out that drilling a quick pilot hole made the nailing A LOT easier, it went pretty fast. Davey laid half of it and I just did the rest in a marathon session.
I suppose I should go put some varnish on it now.
I’ve finished claying the walls and have put the slats up… now just to wait til the walls dry out a bit more before I put the lovely, dry firewood in. Wouldn’t do to have the walls drying directly into the firewood, really…
Meanwhile, been enjoying life. Davey, who’s been volunteering here, and our mutual friend Alice, who was visiting from London, went on a lovely walk with us from Hebden Bridge. Five miles seems to be about enough for me in a day when there are hills involved. My walking holiday dreams of 10 mile days might need a bit of training.
Also: every day is BreakFest. Well, that’s a bit of a fantasy, but certainly today was a mini BreakFest. God I love food.