Losing the plot?

No, not really, just tired, that's all.

Yesterday, Wednesday the 23rd of September, Claude came to start the priming of the walls!  Sadly, that means that I still can't find any tools, and I can't do anything in the basement save endlessly wander around sweeping.  But fortunately, the weather was lovely and I carried (!!) Burlesque down to the fire pit, where the soil is bare at the moment, and used the colour-restorer and loads of water.  Then I carried it back, put it up on the trestles and returned to my sweeping..... 

Lobsang's the name, sweeping's the game.

We spent a lovely, leisurely evening catching up on the Great British Bake-off!  How's that for romance, eh?

Today, I made a determined start at clearing up the basement; another lovely day and I genuinely got on - a bit. 


Lunch on the deck in the sun; it had been really quite cool early morning but was pleasantly warm at lunch-time. 


A flock of Myrtle Warblers came to feed on the grasses by the marsh.  Ali managed to identify them "in the field".  I had to rely on these photos.







Claude came after lunch to paint the top coat.

I've re-created the shelves in part; the walls are lovely.  I can at least SEE some tools but there remains a huge, amorphous pile in the middle of the room.  Oh well; as long as the weather stays clear.....



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