After tidying up the site (dumpy bags of wood off-cuts, metal, plastic, misc rubbish, wood, more wood, oh lordy look how much kindling we have for the next twenty years...) a house appeared from behind.
Scottie, our chirpy chippy, has started putting on the external cladding (hence the dreadful pun in the title). We "bought local" (Tiverton wood merchant and processor), only to find that the finished product was put on a lorry, sent to a distribution centre in Birmingham, then driven back past the gate of the wood merchant's to us. We did try...but being green is bloody difficult when people are idiots.
On goes the cladding...
...but we aren't yet too excited, as there is all this to go...
Meanwhile, a tall French plumber barely fits in our water shed...
Dear old Joey guards the gravel put aside to drain the septic tank (coming Monday)...
Inside, a bit of colour makes it feel more like home...
...a few fittings in the bathroom give hope that one day we'll be able to have a wash and make use of said septic tank...
...and suddenly, fiat lux! We have illuminations!
