View from the big bedroom

We slept in this bedroom when we first moved here. I was on my own a lot during the winter of 94/95 whilst S was tying up loose ends where we’d lived and worked before.

During one particular storm I hardly slept as the winds played the slates like piano keys up and down the roof. In the morning a huge patch of slates had been lifted off the roof leaving a gaping hole and exposing the sarking underneath.

There is a chair in the window which Coco sits in when we are out. She watches for us coming home.