After a week of absolute quiet, we were beginning to settle into believing that the whole project existed only in our imagination. This morning, just as we were setting off to climb Sgurr Mhairi, people arrived in vans and lorries. We left them to it and enjoyed our day in the hills. Returning home late this afternoon, we noticed that things had moved forward a bit.
We have never before seen that wall of our house. It's interesting to discover the marks of a much older extension, clearly visible as the unrendered and unpainted part of the gable. (The line a couple of feet higher is the roofline of the bit that's just been demolished.)
I think we have now passed the point of no return.
In search of the Holy Grianaig Grail
ReplyDelete'Tis but a scratch!
A scratch? Your workshop is off!
No, it isn't!
Well, what's that then?
I've had worse.
You liar!
Come on, you pansy!