Up on the roof

Just about drove off the road today when I saw these three men fixing the roof of the little stone church. I asked permission to take some photos and was delighted when the guy said sure.
I got stuck on a roof in a windstorm once when we were building our log house. I was terrified, couldn't let go of the chimney! G had to come up and lead me down by the hand, place my foot on the ladder. Haven't been back on a roof since and you sure wouldn't catch me on one as steep as this! Almost as humiliating as my horse riding experience in Australia. It's a good thing I can laugh at myself!
I'd rather be here than here any day.
I put some other shots on flickr if you're interested in having a look.