Day 132: I think I’ll sit this one out . . .

No dancing yet, I think.  But with a mind to frivolity, I should tell you that the barbecue was rather good.  Despite Adrian’s misgivings about the heat provided by the pallets, we got a great fire going and if anyone has any pictures to share (Anna?  Emma?) you...

Day 131: Shall we dance?

Well, not just yet, perhaps.  The floor will soon be completely covered in the black bituminous damp-proofing layer, then screeded with concrete.  Until the semi-sprung wooden floor goes down, I think I’d put the dance moves on hold. Neither would a trip to the...

Day 130: Don’t walk here!

This is Sarah who is wondering if she dare go into the kitchen to make a cup of coffee.  I think she’d better not.  By the end of the day the rest of the building will probably be covered in black treacle as well.  Not time for the carpets to go down yet, then....

Day 129: Call this a moat?

As moats go, it’s pretty inconsequential.  Personally, I think it was just a matter of Graham showing off his digging-in-a-straight-line skills.  But any marauder worthy of the name wouldn’t even need a horse to jump it.  I can do it myself and my...

Day 128: More messy play at Court

Yesterday, Gordon was very wisely keeping his back to that disastrous light in the small activity room (it’s not his fault!) and beginning on the job of booby-trapping the site to keep visitors at bay: Today I can see that the job is progressing well: Now, I...