The Weaning Blues

Where's ma mumma gone? (do dum do dum do dum)

I'll holler all night long (do dum do dum do dum)

I'm keepin you awake (do dum do dum do dum)

For ma mumma you did take (do dum do dum do dum)

[Repeat, ad nauseam, all bloody night, taking it in turns - first the calves, then Brian's lambs across the valley, now ours]

On goes the roof

More updates from Blacktail Lodge...

The roof is now boarded in, and Mark the Builder is battening ready for slates:

The front porch ended up being far far bigger than we imagined:

Ian and Sonny in the living room/kitchen (I think Ian is standing in the sink):

Looking back across the living room to the front door, a bedroom, and the storage hatch in the roof:

The view from the living room windows (hopefully someone will move that van):

And for Auntie Ann, Ruth's rose is thriving after it's transplant from the cottages:

The difference a few days make...

What is it about my absence that galvanises activity?  I go to Cambridge on a Sunday, and come home to an almost completed house on the Friday...

While Ian and Farmer Rob make silage and hay, suspiciously eyeing the gathering clouds, builders descend upon our building site and up she goes.

Start with foundations and some scaffolding...

...add a crane...

...a load of panels and a couple of men...

...and several more men and panels...

...and more...

...voilà!  Now all we need is a roof...watch this space, coming on Monday.