Rubbery! Thank you very much!

The good news - five thousand roof tiles arrived. The bad news - they were sent on a 24 tonne Class 2 that couldn't fit up the narrow road. On the basis that the roofer was somewhat in need of them it seemed like the wrong thing to do to send them back. So, what seemed like a great idea at the time was to send them round to our current house and stack them up on the drive and I'd 'just' bring them round a few at a time. Some two dozen car journeys later........

The tiles are made of recycled car tyres although you'd struggle to notice from the ground. Eventually they will bond together to form a continuous membrane over the roof. Although our roofer has never used them before I think he's getting ideas about becoming the local specialist for what appears to be a growing demand product. Apparently they're very easy to lay and there are no breakages and virtually no wastage.

 

 Mark hard at work making our roof watertight and as ever, perched high in the sky...Shame those cloudy skies are looming. Who would've thought slating a roof was a bad idea in June/July......Glorious sunny dry weather surely........2012's Summer clearly never read our schedule.

 Dave exasperated by my endless list writing of materials needed! Dumb blonde.....will she ever understand?!!

What roof?! If I look this way she'll go away!

En Garde!

It transpires that when Joolz said we were going to be doing some fencing it didn't mean that we had to put sieves over our faces and poke each other with swords. What it did mean though was more effort than we could have imagined as nearly all of the post holes presented their own individual challenges. There was huge lumps of flint, tree roots, an iron bar, concrete, more concrete, even more concrete and just to top it all off, concrete reinforced with scaffold poles!

No man goes like a Kango goes!

Scaffold poles, bolted together and set in 18" of concrete - just where the post needed to go - joy!  2 angle grinder discs later....

We called in some BIG tools to help, but nothing other than brute force overcame the iron bar!

"Mummy, if I water the fence like this, will it grow by itself?"

Thanks to the loan of a nail gun from 'Dave the roofer' we managed to catch up a little time  with the finishing touches.