.... because the horrid windows have gone!
Actually this is a 'during' not a 'before' because the window on the left has already been replaced. The others are the old windows in their full, opaque glory. Windows are for seeing through right? Not these ones. The double glazing units failed years ago and the sills were rotten. One of them is UPVC and the others the most useless and softest of soft woods. The two to the right are the kitchen windows and I couldn't see through them to watch my children playing in the garden. They had to go.
Hurrah! Windows so clear you can see through them. (Ignore the rotten red door - the replacement for that is a lovely hardwood one.) All of of the ground floor windows have now been replaced - nine in total - and the door on the front of the house too. We've had the roof repaired and the chimney fixed which means we are fully weatherproof for the first time since we moved back here eight years ago. Bad weather is going to be a whole lot less exciting in the future. Now we need to paint the house!
The bulk of the windows were done on Wednesday when the girls went over to spend the day in the hot tub with H8's friend G8, but on Thursday the kitchen was still out of bounds so we went out for lunch at Ocean Lab at Fishguard Harbour. Afterwards we ran down the breakwater.
Then it was time for some serious shell hunting on Goodwick beach including this little beauty and some lovely sea glass.
Time for a spot of fishing from the beach with nets.
Hannah was delighted to catch this little chap.
So, now the man who installed the windows has driven down our drive in his van for the last time, the holidays can officially begin.
Half marathon training - week two of 14: Easy run on Tuesday, then 5.1 miles on Thursday including two blocks of speedwork. Ow. Ow. OW! This is when I wish I didn't live in the Preseli Hills. The name is a clue to the reason why. My five mile run is a festival of pain. Hills so steep they are marked on the map with those little black arrows. Turns so tight they attract bonkers people in rally cars once a year. This week's mantra: No pain, no gain. Repeat until you finish climbing then run gladly along the flat grinning like an idiot. Then a downhill. Ahhhh.