Cupboardage and loaned animals

Things are moving in the right direction with the build. We’re gradually making cupboards, wardrobes and shelves so that we can utilise the storage spaces in the house. And get some of our boxes unpacked. Husband wants his shed back!

This is the wardrobe in one of the bedrooms under construction. It will hide the remaining exposed ducting and provide good amounts of storage.

Internals being built
With the doors on

This one below is the boot room cupboard. As soon as the doors have been osmo-oiled for protection and we’ve attached handles we can start to fill it.

With the doors on …

We’ve got a loaned dog staying with us right now who delights in rolling in the puddles on our drive, and this space is proving very useful to dry him off in before he plasters mud over the rest of the house.

Great practice for when we have our own dogs again.

We’ve also started the process of building the huge bookcase in the living area. Progress has been temporarily halted whilst we await the arrival of some batons (isn’t something small but essential always missing?) but the base storage unit is built.

We are still wiring sockets and lights, have another bathroom to build and have only unpacked the most basic of our things awaiting completion of these elements, but it’s comfortable, dry and warm. And so good to be in.

It’s feeling like home.

Heartbroken

We are heartbroken.

Bertie on the croft

Bertie, our 13 year old spaniel, has been getting more and more infirm as the months have passed, and over the last week has been unable to make his back legs hold his weight.

His increasing distress and confusion gradually reached a level that meant today we took the sad decision that he had been through enough, and that we should put him to sleep.

It was quick and painless and we were relieved to both be able to be with him at the end. We brought him home and found a peaceful corner of the croft where we have buried him.

Tonight the caravan will be so quiet without him.

Rest in peace, lovely little hound. Your funny, furry presence will be missed by us more than words can say. X