At least I thought it was clean until I spotted that bird turd on the window in the picture. I admit to a partiality towards Hemingway, always have, and his greater acceptance is coming back around again you can believe me. So I give credit where it’s due for the title of my latest article on the workshop here in the North of Holland just behind the sea dike.
Today while insulating the top up there the lights that I had ordered came out of Finland in the post so I dropped all that work and went to installing them right away.
Putting lights in was so dramatic that I went and got one for the conjoining wing of the bench room.
With all this light in there the space is getting a welcoming feel to it already and soon it wont matter to me in the least that at 4:00 PM it’s dark outside.