Our plasterer has arrived at last.
He’s a wonderful guy, imbued with a quiet energy and zen-like focus with long grey hair and beard. I didn’t notice if he was wearing a Grateful Dead T-shirt, but I wouldn’t be at all surprised.
He’s been here just three days and we already have four of the downstairs rooms taped, edges reinforced, sealed and the first coat of plaster applied.
Rather than travelling daily, he’s camping overnight in the house whilst he works. As far as I can tell from the depths of my cosy bed in the caravan he seems to be up and working by 6am, and as I write this at 10pm I can hear him still working away under the building lights in the house.
Our midnight plasterer is working like a Trojan. His plastering looks to be excellent. Even the basecoat that I looked at yesterday was as smooth as the icing on a wedding cake.
The rooms are slowly taking shape. It’s fascinating to watch the structure of the house gradually swallow up the kilometres of insulation, cable and ducting under a smooth skin of plaster.
Ravencroft Skye 
It’s definitely a good phase and looks like you found a great plasterer!
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We got lucky at last. I was beginning to give up hope of finding any kind of builder who had pride in his work
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I feel The Midnight Plasterer would make a good song title! Of a very happy song!
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I can feel The Plasterers Opera coming on…
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Plastered walls are such a big step to seeing the finished thing, congratulations.
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Thank you. It feels like we’re almost on the home stretch now 🤞
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Thank you Linda. It does feel like a bit of a milestone. One step closer to it becoming our home 🙏
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The finishing stuff looms closer and closer. The excitement is building, you will be living in the house before too long.
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