The roof was finished in January. What kind of fool has his or her roof reslated over winter? Well our kind, obviously. The roofers did a great job. Many days there were three generations of the same family working on our roof, the father coming out of retirement because it was an interesting job to do, his grandson now the fifth generation of his family to be a roofer. Slate is a beautiful material.
I took this one before the scaffolding came down. Beyond the house you can see one of the yew trees. It almost makes you wish you could live up on the roof.
Ian built a lovely set of shelves which make the curved end of the worktop in the front kitchen. Work on the back kitchen has stalled since my father in law came to live with us as the scale of the upheaval would be a bit daunting but the front kitchen is up and working and the truly gorgeous range cooker gives me pleasure every time I use it, even if only to poach an egg for my breakfast.
Our neighbours at the farm gave us some logs. Aren't good neighbours a great thing to have? This should keep us going for a bit!
And today the broad beans went out and about half the onion sets. Yesterday the grass was cut for the first time. The pots outside the cottage are bursting with daffodils and tulips. Last night we went to Theatre Clwyd to see Jeffrey Bernard is Unwell with Robert Powell. It is amazing to me that you can live somewhere as rural as this and still be able to see great theatre only twenty minutes away. I laughed as much as I have for ages at Jeffrey Barnard, although to be honest you could cry as well at the waste of a life measured out in vodka glasses, but the writing is so swift and funny and the acting so witty and true that you just can't help falling for wondrous one liners that rattle past. See it if you can.
The chicks are growing and cheeping and thriving upstairs in their cardboard box away from the cat. Outside the grown hens are laying frantically, making up for the lull of winter. My thoughts have turned outside to the garden. Wouldn't it be lovely if you could just stay outside and potter for days and days?