We have yet to hear definitive news on the plans for the staircase, so are continuing to make steady progress in other areas – or I am, at any rate.
We have now all but emptied the four ‘bedrooms’ on floor 2. The exceptions are twofold: the carpet in one room, as I need Mike to give me a hand to roll up the carpet; and a vanity unit in another, since I need Mike to disconnect the water before I take a lump hammer to the cabinet.
To help you understand the scale of this operation, here are some photos of the ground floor rooms not yet emptied:
And then here are some photos of the areas I now cleared:
Room 7 is the first room on floor 1 that I have gutted. In this room, I have been dismantling the worst of the furniture and cutting up the panels for firewood, hence the buckets (for ease of transportation).
On a more decorative note, I planted up the cleaned beds at the end of last week, but unfortunately was not able to lay all of the slate edging before the icy weather arrived so for now, they look something like:
Mike, on the other hand, has not been able to progress the building works far lately, as he generously volunteered to do duty in the cafe during Jane’s days off, which were Friday to Sunday this week, leaving me free to exercise my more destructive tendencies.
So far, so routine, so let me share a little of the fun we had on Thursday. There I was quietly clearing the garden and digging the flower bed, from which one gets a clear view of the A470 running past. When a couple of police motor bikes arrived, lights flashing, it would have been rude not to stop and have a look…
One parked across the main road, blocking traffic from both directions; the other drove over the river bridge and travelled behind the hotel, and then back to meet his pal. They waited about 5 minutes, and then a convoy of perhaps 4 cars led and followed by police bikes (all with lights flashing) arrived from the right and drove on towards Dolwyddelan on the left. A few minutes later, the whole convoy reappeared and pulled up past our hotel, going to the Lledr Hall behind us. Jane and I were discussing who the major celebrity might be that requires this size of escort… would we have enough coffee for the entire entourage? Do we have suitable food if it’s a Royal? Or would it be some film star I have always wanted to meet?
Imagine our deflation moments later when a couple of policemen in an unmarked car asked if they could park in our car park. Apparently, they were all on convoy training, and their particular task was to attack the convoy on foot. Mind, it was a little surreal to see the men leave the car park pulling on balaclava helmets…. Still I must say it was quite an impressive sight, and the lay of the land here is not simple, so perhaps it gives them a nicely complex area to try to check and clear.
Didn’t manage to catch any photos worth using though – my apologies to all. Maybe next time!