I WAS still under the duvet when Keith and Smiler arrived to put up the scaffolding. After a walk with the Wallies (Walking and Leisurely Lunch in Exceptional Surroundings – yes, really) yesterday I’d thought seriously of staying in bed all day. Correction – being unable to move I had little choice. So instead of leaping out to greet the scaffolders as planned, camera in hand, I asked Ian to approach them, very gently, with a request for a photograph. “Tell them we’re keeping a record of the conversion. Oh yes – and mention we’re putting it on the website. They might not like the idea.”
“Oh we’re on loads of websites. Everybody asks us,” Keith reassured him. Oh, right. And I thought I was blazing a trail. . .
Anyway, it’s nearly up. “That’s a good bit of scaffolding that is,” was Keith’s verdict. Pride in a job well done. Now we just need people to climb up it and get on with the job of re-leading the windows.
Just watching a news item about the Whitechapel Art Gallery in London. It looks fabulous. I was there at the weekend – London, not Whitechapel – but only briefly and to see friends, so more talking and shopping than sight-seeing. But next time, maybe. I love it: the blossom is out, the parks and streets look fantastic, there’s a buzz that you just don’t get anywhere else. Not in Wensleydale, anyway, whose charms are – well, very different.