Colour for the shutters chosen: Elephants Breath. A man from the historic buildings department came along yesterday afternoon took one look at the colour we had chosen, rolled his eyes and shuddered. He quickly stripped a shutter back to the underlying wood and found traces of the original eighteenth century paintwork. Two minutes matching the fragments to a colour chart and we had a result. One happy bureaucrat. Job done he took us to see a house in a nearby village built at exactly the same time as the rickety old farmhouse and voila - Elephants Breath shutters. The other thing we learnt is that all the doors and beams would have originally been painted grey.Back to see the stonemasons bull. 'The font' thinks it is rather anatomically alarming. Seen from certain angles I'd have to agree.
The retired parachutist / odd job man / bee remover arrives this morning to deal with our swarming friends. 'The font' and the remaining gannets have headed off for some quality time together. I have been left alone to deal with 'my' bees.
Life with Wilf proves that old adage - if you think dogs can't count try putting three dog biscuits in your pocket and then give him only two of them.
