Our carpenter James, assisted by his father, Nick replaced perished wood from our west gable end and refurbished the structure with plastic replacements today.
First, James measured everything, then
prepared remaining woodwork on which to
apply new plastic sections which had been cut to size and shape as laid out along our Back Drive.
James’s father, Nick, visited the site for a short while to help in this stage of the work.
It was Nick who told his son that this house was once the village post office, and recognised that
beneath the blue of the removed wood was the post office red he remembered from the early sixties. He also knew the legendary postmistress.
James
fitted some small sections before leaving.
He told me how windy it was as to make it impossible to hear voices from up the top. Indeed it had been windy enough at ground level for
the Patio chairs in the Fairy Garden to suffer the usual fate of ours.
For this evening’s dinner, Becky produced garlic butter wrapped in chicken thighs wrapped in lean bacon; savoury vegetable rice; and tender green beans and asparagus. Jackie drank Hoegaarden; Ian Peroni; and I, more of the Malbec.
