Bar's Closed...

The sound of concrete flooring being dug out has lessened... they've struck oil found the insulation layer. Much of the plasterboard is up and everything is feeling like there's the vaguest possibility it will all be done in time...

A misty start to the day, but some golden sunshine later. At Slimbridge, all the gulls vacated the bar on the south pond at the same time, although it wasn't clear why.

I think both Janet and I beginning to suffer building work overload, and alongside the shorter days it feels like we just want to sleep - preferably without jackhammer accompaniment... still, nearly done?