Several days ago I posted about the ridiculous heat that was somewhat hampering progress at the Grindstone. Perfect for the weekend however, lounging by the river supping an ice cold Magners (yes I still have one left!) and an ice cream or two – until I awoke this morning to a heavily looming sky.
For several hours I debated the pros and cons of legging it up to work and strapping a tarpaulin over the roof. It couldn’t possibly rain – it’s July and I have third degree burns on my cranium.Â I debated a tad too long – it has been pissing down all day (most of it apparently on my clients new roof. You know – the one with no tiles on it!).
So I’ve had a loverly day off in the rain. Making makeshift guttering and mopping up pools of water.
Dylan has been an angel – sitting in the car reading ‘the case of the Killer Tomatoes’ whilst I have gradually been having a sense of humour failure.
I love this country. I hate this country. Love it . Hate it.Â Grrrr.
No I didn’t bloody surf today so don’t even ask.
Oh, but here’s some lazy photos I shot whilst sitting in the bar the other day. Just to cheer me up…
…not the best waves in the world but this guy was making the most of it.