The village at night

I went for a quick evening walk while C was teaching her class on line. She was in the only warm room in the house. This is the view coming back down Main Street, with the sweep of the village green and the church spire silhouetted against the sky. I do like the way the phone camera copes with night scenes, with none of the faffing with tripods and exposure experimentation. The colours and shadows evoke for me Edward Hopper paintings even though the subject matter in this rural and village setting is so different to his urban night scenes.

It was another long day in the building site with lots of tidying up and two runs to the tip and back. Meanwhile the building crew had felted the near side of the roof and were stripping the tiles off the far side of the roof. George came back to connect up the electrics in the extension and James the plumber is getting ready to commission the underfloor heating. The dehumidifiers are doing their work, and the amount of water being drawn out is now less than half of that when we started.

While we were on the second tip run, we went to pick up what we need to plant the apple tree in the gap in the orchard/allotment. Every day this last week has been non-stop, and we are both feeling tired, we are now at the point of peak disruption when the old house is barely habitable and we don’t yet have the option of decamping to the new part. Though it was tempting on the last couple of very cold nights to take a sleeping bag in there and lie on a bed of Kingspan insulation. Alas, though the noise of the dehumidifiers wouldn’t allow much sleep.

Back blipped on 6 March.