Its been a very long time coming. After 12 months of build time, and probably 6 months planning beforehand, the Nap at Langabridge is ready to take guests. The final hurdle nailed last week when we got our building regs certificate through. Come on!
Actually feel immensely proud, it's been bloody hard, pushing on through the stubborn sod of a winter, but to know that I have built a house to modern building standards both in structure and energy performance with no previous experience, gives me a damn good feeling.
Even though I say it myself it looks pretty cool!
Added to that, the summer has rolled on for 9 weeks now, endless summer sun, dry breezes gently swaying the trees, the land parched and devoid of moisture. One extreme to another. And hell it's hot. The weather centre is showing temperatures of 24C plus for the last 3 weeks. This just isn't how Devon or the UK for that matter operates. Some people don't like it. The Herd are hacked off. They graze the straw like grass like elephants ranging the African savannah. They don't help themselves. Lying out on the ridge, scorched to dust all day long when shade lies below in the valley, well it's just blatantly silly. I keep telling them but they won't listen. When the evening cools off they head down to graze and nibble at the overhanging trees. It's the wrong way round!!
Devon Savannah
thats better.
Mad Dogs and Englishman go out in the midday sun. And um, Cows too.
To continue the title theme of 'its been a long time coming' another milestone has just passed in a haze of laughter, booze and bad wigs. This weekend saw Langabridge host a party for myself and 6 of my best buds, who all turn 50 this year. It's hard to believe that we can possibly be that old. Where did all that time go? And look how young we still look....
It was a blast, a whirl of organisation, sweeping yards, mucking out sheds, laminating signs, building marquees, rolling 100's of metres of cable, tweaking the sound system so it rocked to high heaven, and then the party weekend. Baking heat, hippy's, beatniks, turbo pimms, mini skirts tie dye scarves mad Nam soldiers. Even Billy Jean King came to party. Genius. Tired now. Becky is snoring.
First guests arrive on Friday. Loads to do.
The marquee in readiness for the madness
And three chumps ready to party likes it's err 1968.