Waxing lyrical

Tomasso was back at nine to buff the beeswax - I thought I’d woken in a church this morning with the heady fumes. Then a layer of more liquid wax.

It’s not a cheap flooring option but it looks good - here against the stones of the raised fireplace.

I’ve been whistling The Cliffs of Duneen. I spent a wild night there in a gale in a very small tent.

And it’s a fine place to be on a warm summer’s day,
Watching all the wild flowers that ne’er do decay.
And the hare and lofty pheasant are quite plain to be seen
Making homes for their young by Cliffs of Duneen