Bell Hill…..

…..behind Selkirk.

I could tell by the salt marks in my cycling top that I was ‘glowing’ muchly in the Spring sunshine. I must remember to drink a Berocca cocktail on my return home, or I’ll be heading for crampsville later.

The joiners continue to beast through the build, the floor is down and kitchen walls are over-boarded (too many potholes to be plastered). I now have my eyes firmly set on the plumbers getting us hooked-up to the oil tank, burner and hot water tank.