…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…)