One of the things I love about you blog readers is your ability to get enthusiastic about the things that get me excited. Thank you so much for all the good wishes on the 'birdhouse' day.
But for the record, this is no birdhouse. Oh no, it's a veritable bird palace, a dovecote.
And I am still flabbergasted that I built it from a pile of planks. Although I know I did, because I still ache in places that I didn't know I had muscles. Because that sucker took a lot of hand sawing.
Paulus and his wife Jane run a whole series of courses out of this beautiful sandstone barn. I think I'm going to ask for one for every birthday and Christmas present from now on!
It was amazing to loose myself for a whole day, totally absorbed in the moment. And someone else bustling about bringing me tea, homemade cake and biccies, and serving me a wonderful home-cooked lunch in the garden.
Now I think I am going to paint my dovecote white and I have the perfect spot in the garden planned for it. But any local doves (or pigeons more likely) are going to be sorely disappointed, because my house is cunningly designed to be too narrow for them to roost in.
What? Did you think after all that work that I was going to let some birdie take up residence and crap all over it?