We pluck up the courage and strength (somehow!) to shift the concrete trough to open up our well.
Our second ‘reno’ trip this Winter, but lacking the heady excitement of the first trip when we got the keys. It’s wet here and it’s been wet for ages – very unusual weather this Winter we are told. Luckily, the little place is on a ridge so all that rain just trickles down the hills into the swollen streams below. Even the 150-year old Ardoise tiled roof is holding up well, with only a couple or three minor leaks into the attic. We desperately need a ‘hat’ for the chimney though – the acrid smell of damp soot is overpowering.
Our next visit to the little French place is in the pipeline. We are very diary-challenged this year: launching a new event and managing our little biz in the UK, and of course, doing up the French place in any remaining spare time. Absolutely no problem at all. It’s all about diary planning… Continue reading “Honeymoon over. Reality bites!”
We’d cleared the house out and swept up the worst of it by Christmas Eve. Massive milestone for us – the place was immensely cluttered and filthy from decades of total neglect. Continue reading “Destruction construction!”