Melted Snow

Is the best kind of snow. When you’re a roofer, anyway.

Anna helped me and Ben all weekend, so we got most of the back roof felted and some of the front by the end of Sunday, and we thought that we would therefore be done today, but you know, it never quite goes as fast as you’d like it to.

Anyway, Ben and I did get as far as the top of the dormer on the front side, so once we’ve done the fiddly bits of dormer ridge, it should fly on. Hopefully. Touch wood and fingers crossed.

A note to Ben’s mum: I swear to God I make him tie himself securely to something strong before I let him do this stuff.

Every time I look across the valley I see this pub, the one we used to go to and see if we could spot our land. I bet you can spot it now, but we still haven’t been to check.