Showing posts with label Rambling Rector. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rambling Rector. Show all posts

Tuesday, 14 August 2012

bargeboards


Our Victorian semi (dating from 1870) is high maintenance in all senses. A tile falls off the roof? We need a scaffold tower to replace it. Currently, we have two in place, one for the tile, and the other for the rear bargeboards, which had rotted.

Whilst he's up there, Andy is going to trim back the Rambling Rector and paint the window frames. (I get dizzy on ladders these days.) Let's hope for a dry spell.

Meanwhile, on the glass half full principle, we enjoy the benefit of looking over the road at much more intricate bargeboarding opposite: to replace that would cost twice as much.

Thursday, 31 May 2012

Ten days in May


Arden Grant, our New Zealander handyman, has been here of late, most recently fixing kerb stones against the front lawn, and - as in my photograph - repinning the Rambling Rector to the side wall: it collapsed a while ago, and has grown too top heavy just to tie back to the original wires. (That's the trouble with Rambling Rector: I must be less kind when pruning this Autumn.) To illustrate the breadth of Arden's talents, he's also - last week - made over Leo's old room, replacing the basin in a new position, fitting a shelf alongside it and blanking off one of the lights above, taken away the built-in cupboard, inserted a new skirting board, repapered the wall behind where the cupboard was and painted the room's walls and ceilings - oh, and fitted a new piece of carpet to match the existing. A man for all seasons. And it's been hot, working inside: this last part of May has seen us basking in something of a heatwave, but it is all about to change - just in time for the Jubilee weekend of course.

I can't remember what the weather was like at this time 50 years ago, but I do recall the première of Britten's War Requiem taking place on my birthday in the new Coventry Cathedral. I was working as a guide at Charlecote Park: the Curator, Dick Routh, had a ticket. And last night it was performed there again, by the same orchestra, the CBSO, under its brilliant conductor Andris Nelsons. I Listened Again, and was bowled over.