First taste of real-ish winter today with a cold wind from the south. Merimbula is awash with people in black who are wearing flat caps and beards (the blokes) and long hair and berets (the women) – the annual jazz festival gets going tonight. But up the hill, himself works on in double layers of jumpers and a Chicago-grade beanie, and fingerless gloves purchased today.
Here we are inside looking out just before the hole was plugged – Luka quite annoyed as he seemed to think it was to be his permanent cat-door. And no, Colin hasn’t developed a pointy head – jut getting in before the smart-arse comments!
The big stuff that will hold up the rear extension is nearly done.