Hoory hurrah, the roof is being done, almost as I write this. Thanks go to Cyril and Guy for their time and skills. I think Cyril ran out of patience with us ever completing the barn and got his scaffolding up and got on with it. Much appreciated.Though as usual, everyone is trying to get it done between other paid work and full time jobs. We’ve also been trying to take advantage of the scaffolding being up to finish the cladding. So please stop raining.
I never thought that I would be so obsessed about the weather before we had this wood, but it really can determine moving on and getting on, sitting on our impatient hands while the rain pours down and the wind blows through the trees. I’ve become one of those archetypal English women of a certain age,in the country, with ruddy cheeks, rough hands and cracked lips, discussing the subtle changes in light and cloud pattern. Do I miss the days of Clinique and Clarins? Not at all. I have a partner who comes home smelling sweetly of pine resin and saw dust and I get to be in a wood that must have one of the best views in the South West. It is especially stunning from the top of the scaffolding as it happens. So there are some compensations for spending your weekends up a ladder lugging heavy wavey edged boards and hammers around……. Honest.
Heydon Hill Tree Nursery 