It was the first time I had been back since June, and I was braced for
disaster.
The ditch above the cottage must have overwhelmed by the summer rain;
there is a stream running through the lean-to loo, and out under the
front door – the porch is three to four inches thick with mud – but
none of this found it's way into the house.
The swallows raised their family and left. I can tell exactly which
doors and chairs they most enjoyed perching on. They left little
poopy wiggly signatures underneath!
They also left a huge birdy midden on the stairs right under the nest….
And a vacant nest of course. Which is now on the mantelpiece – it's a
work of art.
There is black mould on 3 walls – I think this is due to using a
casein based paint – the next time I will use a pure lime putty, as
that is naturally fungicidal.
And there is dust everywhere.
For some 15 minutes I just wandered around, unsure where to begin.
Had the caravan defeated me?
But 90 minutes later – the stairs were clear and worst of the rooms
was de-birdied and almost de-dusted, and I realised how little damage
had actually been done. It's all superficial.
No more work can be done this winter – it's just too damp and
impossible to get machinery up there.
I can only hope for a dry-ish spring summer, to dig out the ditches,
pin the wall and repaint the plaster.
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