As we ease off in the garden we are embarking on the next stage of the internal refurbishment of our house which was in a sorry state when we bought it in April 2014.
Our bedroom with ensuite bathroom drops down from the alleged dressing room through which it is accessed. A large chunk of this room has been sacrificed to a rather pointless extension of the airing cupboard. As with every other D.I.Y. effort throughout the house it has been a botched job.
Richard, of Kitchen Makers is to start work on various rooms, beginning with this on Tuesday.
For seven years this room has been only good for a dumping ground. When our craftsman removes the extension of the airing cupboard he will build a useful structure into the former chimney breast seen in the centre of this trio of pictures.
Although we still have to clear the clutter shown above, this morning we emptied the now obsolete extension.
The third picture in this second gallery shows the door frame to the inner original cupboard which will be reinstated. The variously textured walls will be refaced and eventually redecorated, removing
our predecessors’ stencils and the false wall oppressing my great great grandmother, Elizabeth Franks.
I have eschewed flash photography for many years. I didn’t use it for the pictures on this post, but I have a project coming up next year for which it may be necessary. It must have been some time in the ’90s when I bought a rather complicated flash gun with instructions for use with film. I have never used it. This afternoon I made an effort to understand it and eventually produced some passable images. Nevertheless I need to seek further advice before deciding whether to find a simpler device.
Later, Jackie drove me to Mudeford to have a look at the skies.
Gulls in a feeding frenzy rather dominated a few hopeful starlings hoping to peck up scraps.
On the harbour side of the quay a few people waited for the sunset and a sailboarder caught the sun.
This evening we dined on Jackie’s wholesome stewp, with fresh crusty bread. She drank Hoegaarden while I drank more of the Comté Tolosan Rouge.