Spring was most definitely in the air today with a clear blue sky and a tingle of heat from the sun warming our faces despite all of us being clad in jumpers, coats and gloves for our out door task. It felt like a May day until about five o’clock when the day looked like it wanted to go to bed and the temperature went into a depressive downturn and the day was gone.
We spent the day with Graham and Ann moving rubble from the cottage they rent out in St Mere Eglise to our top gate drive. The back wall to this house had developed a bulge and they took the very brave decision to see to it and looking at the amount of work and the ominous positioning of acro jacks holding the building up it dawned on me that they probably got to the problem in the nick of time. A huge hole was created by dismantling the outer wall from the front of the house, rebuilding in block and then refaced to look as though nothing had ever been disturbed. What a great story of a preserving recovery this lovely little cottage will be able to tell in the years to come, but only us, the builder and the house know that story. I hope Graham thought to take pictures of the worst moment when his house was gashed open gaping up at the sky wishing it wasn’t raining.
Between the four of us we moved three large trailers of hardcore and three vans full of clean, dressed stone, what a booty, Mike and I felt we had come away with material and stock to instigate a new project. The four of us can talk the cows home and the chaps believe that Ann and I must breath through our ears so that we don’t have to pause to inhale, cruel I know, but true, natter natter natter about something and nothing and such a great way to see off a potentially dull January Sunday, Oh by the way, there was a lovely lunch at Ann and Grahams house in Neuville where we stopped for an hour and thought we would never get up again.
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