…and a moment of tranquility is found.
There are a myriad of beautiful moments during the lengthy and arduous process of building your own house – when the roof is pitched and the rain is turned away, or when the electricity is connected and light fills the previously dark corners. The windows turn a shell into a house and pipes bring life to showers, taps and washing machines. Doors, floors, tiles and paint – all fantastic.
But the best moment of all, as Papersurfer Junior is sleeping soundly in his new bedroom, the sun slipping behind the Serra de Lousã, is sinking into the new sofa and watching CSI with Tango…
(I haven’t surfed for bleedin’ ages so don’t even go there…)