And on the seventh day…

The rain stopped. Of course we all knew it would eventually – it doesn’t ever rain forever – that would be tantamount to Biblical and who needs that? I was starting to crinkle a bit around the edges and there was a definite whiff of mildew in my darker corners. But cease it did and… Continue reading And on the seventh day…

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The dust settles…

…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… Continue reading The dust settles…

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International Rescue…

Things were looking pretty grim at Quinta do Cabril for a while. Since the robberies last summer morale has been low and the work to sofa ratio quite high. Of course my ridiculously inconvenient sinus weevils have hampered things somewhat but things have changed – the sun is shining, the birds are tweeting and the… Continue reading International Rescue…

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For a brief moment…

For a brief moment earlier this week I could see an end in sight for work at Quinta do Cabril. The eternal struggle of man to create a place of shelter could one day be over. One man battling to keep the veracious forces of nature from the delicate skin of his family and have… Continue reading For a brief moment…

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i before e

1,246 screws 722 pieces of timber 36 litres of cuprinol 47 sheets of polystyrene insulation board 1,438 roof tiles 2 splinters 1 mystery bruise on my left elbow …the final result being a roof (and a ceiling depending on where you’re standing) – a huge psychological barrier broken and protection from sun and rain to… Continue reading i before e

Rain dance…

…if you want it to rain just follow a few simple guidelines: First cut some fresh garlic picked on the full moon, then carefully slice some newly slaughtered flesh (bacon or ham will do), wash some lettuce and a tomato then get some mayonaise (preferably Hellmans) from the fridge. None of this will make it… Continue reading Rain dance…

Look what I made Ma…

…I am a rubbish son. My mother often asks me to take photos of work so that she can check up on me see what I’ve been doing (in a loving, maternal type way). I have not performed this simple task for quite some time so here are a few pics of ‘Quinta do Cabril’.… Continue reading Look what I made Ma…