Just read the last entry I wrote which was way back in Sept 2015. I have to admire my own optimism that I really thought there was a chance we would be in by Xmas 15.

It’s now, what August 2016? The roof only went on in July. Until then it had become an abandoned build since Nov 15. The wet got wetter and the mud got muddier. It was impossible to continue, despite the best efforts of some amazing and stalwart friends.
All winter I would wake up anxious as I could hear the rain hammering down on my nice cosy existing home, imagining the damage it was doing to half built cabin up on top of 1000 ft hill, with no roof!
All was not lost however, as at last it is starting to look like somewhere you could call a cabin.
Who knows, maybe this year we will be cooking the turkey here.

Glad clad

Knee deep in squidgy mud we managed to take out and refit the window. A bit scary at some points as our boots were sucked further and further down into the bog, trying to keep our balance while juggling a large, wobbly window. 

It was really satisfying  to start getting some cladding up and making the caravan disappear a little bit more. 

 Back to paid jobs this week,so of course the sun came out today. Hoping the rain holds back a bit so everything can dry out before we continue with the roof at the weekend. 

So far the team of project manager/master builder and his labourer (me) have kept our relationship(s) in tact ( the married one and the working one!) Onwards and upwards.

 Would be so wonderful if we could spend Xmas in the cabin……….

Day two at the building site….AKA The Quagmire.Oh how there have been moments when I wish we were doing this in Cataluyna . Please note Sue!Hope your project is going swimmingly too!  
 

Next Stage

Feel like  we  are starting to make progress again, now that Adrian and Mary  are here working with us. Mary and I spent the day wrapping the cabin and started putting insulation in. Paul and Adrian started putting the rafters up. We were in a quagmire by the end of  a very wet, cold and windy day. Sitting by a log fire now with well earned glasses of red wine  
 

Sunset from Heydon Hill

The owls have just come out and the farmer is still busy trying to get the hay in. The light has now changed to blue sky pink and the birds are still singing.