We are, at last back in our beloved Presbytère.

For the last three days we have been at home.
We have been searching, and in some cases even finding all the bits and pieces we had hidden through the house out of reach (we foolishly thought) of the reach of builders and their dust.
We have now started the business of making a camp out of our house as we try and make the place habitable for the rest of August.

Here are a few shots of the house as it is now, warts and all.

My blue syphon which now sits in the old safe of the now razed larder.

This is the bedroom we call The Red Room because of the tiles.
One of my jobs for the winter will be to remove the wallpaper,lose the glue which disfigures the tiles and turn this into a silk purse.

This is (I think) an ingenious idea of mine.
Two cheap Ikea shelves I have bridged with some pine boards I found in the cellar. This has given us someplace to put the clutter in the kitchen/livingroom/dining room.

This is the camp kitchen, next week Clive Nunn comes out to measure up the final job which will be installed in the autumn. These are every sort of bric a brac adapted for use. (It includes a rather nice butchers block which I made up from a flatpack piece in Ikea)

My friends Isabel, Paul and Lucy on the terrace, note out new bamboo awning providing (as the man in the shop promised) “Dappled Shade”.
This was put up by Sile and I(with help from Peter and Siobhan)
A hard days work in this heat.
Tomorrow daughter Deirdre with four of her young and energetic friends arrive out to start stripping off paper etc. I will with relief return to the kitchen and doing what I do best!