Our holiday was punctuated by the sound of falling roof tiles, as the 74 year old wooden beams and battens on our messy studio finally succumbed to their venerable age and the inevitable onslaught of borer (3 days before the roofers were due to arrive). Now that's timing. How beautiful are the textures and colours of the decay though. Roof is all fixed now and watertight, plus the first undercoat has been painted on the tongue and groove. Scott and I spent many happy hours sitting on the back step talking through the finer details of the messy studio renovation. Feels a bit like Grand Designs (just a little less grand).
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