Sidetracked...
The temporary log store is demolished, three years is long enough for some old fencing, and plastic sheets, to obscure the view.
And what will we repair the area with; decking, to the floor and the wall, or more slabs of concrete, or imitation stone. Certainly, the washing line must be moved.
Also work is required in the old stables. Yes the wood-burner is installed and burning wood, but more is to be done, with the first spring clean in over thirty years...oh sorry I was singing along to Rod Stewart.
No midweek football this week, so no defeat to look forwards to; is it forwards or forward, I was pulled up about that yesterday.
Here's the poem:
Description
Should I begin with the roof-light
Or the wood-burner
Stood on a slab of Derbyshire stone
Itself supported by small pyramids of wood
Maybe the roof-beams
With their bright, and rusted, fixing bolts
Or the small patches of raw stone
Left without plaster, for visual effect
Actually I need to tell you
That the room has seven walls
Some long, some short, especially
Around one of the three doorways
The largest of which is a double-door
In the style of French Windows
Which looks out onto the large garden
Where the leaves waver in the breeze
Oh, and by the way
The ceiling has five surfaces
Two flat, three sloping, above which
There is only sky
Sky from which the light falls
Sky from which the rain falls
Sky which I can contemplate
As I look through the roof-light
