Tiggz and Penfold were in charge of building the oast house, not having hangovers, naming all the bricks, shouting "egg" when they threw cement at me and showing brotherly love.
I was in charge of adding when I should have subtracted and we ended up with exactly twice the amount of building blocks we needed - whoops.
I was also in charge of climbing up ladders to bitumen the roundel's roofs - [they were made of bricks - most are tiled].
And then, one evening, it was finished.
It had an inside too...........
.......... so we could have a little lie down
or make ourselves a cup of tea.
Tiggz and Penfold then went off and did their 'thang'.
The TG and I ran out of money [we had to borrow from her mother to finish the project off], then we sold up, bought a boat and sailed off into the sunset .......... but that's another story.
(It wasn't a sunset, it was a force 9 gale in the Bay of Biscay. Most refreshing. Lo,TG Ed)
If you look at last Sunday's post and the one before, you'll find some other photographs - use the calender to your left.
