Ship to shore
|21/08/2010||Filled under England, house refurbishment, Yeovil|
Malcolm: Cirrus Cat’s new home is surrounded by a rolling, wooded landscape, calm waters rippled by the breeze only for part of the day when the tide is full. For she is now in ‘cat country’, a place where only shallow draft craft can navigate and she is alone with her kind, catamarans, trimarans and other more bizarre craft. When we visited her there we had only a brief time while she floated to unload all we needed. There are the shells and special stones we picked up on faraway places, things we plan to display in our new home, and even the mattress Kate and I have slept on came home with us till next year.
There is major work to be done in the house. We have to fit a new kitchen, new bathroom and refurbish everywhere. We’ve stripped wallpaper, today Malcolm took out the toilet, yesterday the cistern for the cloakroom and we are waiting for Andrew and Geoff to come and knock the living room/kitchen wall down after building consent has been given by the inspector. They will install the downstairs toilet, Malcolm will fit the sink, tile the walls and floor and a million other things. Today he also fixed a bed together which had been put in the garden shed. The bolts were missing but we managed to get them from a supplier of fixings and attachments near here.
We are blessed with all sorts of large diy stores and specialist shops close by. Living on the boat in Scotland, Wales and parts of the English coast we have sometimes found it hard to find shops, although there is usually a Co-op store for food. This embarrassment of riches is alien to us but ideal for our purposes. The joy of going to Screwfix, for example, is that we can benefit from our son Mike’s discount as an employee of the place. His knowledge of their stock is encyclopaedic and he can teach his Dad a thing or two about tools and fixings.
On the right here we have the broken shell beach at Eoligarry on the northern tip of Barra, a beach which is used as a runway for scheduled aeroplane flights from the Scottish mainland.
But at least Will went to the trouble of fitting a rather nice burglar alarm control panel in a cupboard upstairs. Full marks here mate. Pity you didn’t actually connect it to anything else, like the doors or the windows, for instance. But the alarm itself works. It starts howling whenever I inadvertently switch it off for more than twenty minutes. Now where did I jot down that reset code?
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