After weeks of toil, we drilled and banged in the last tree nail at 4pm and had both the doors hung and swinging by half past. A liberal coating of good old fashion lard lubricated the motion and put an end to the horror film-style creaking.
The day started with a few minor hitches… mainly forgetting the hand-drill that would be making all the holes for the pegs. But progressed with great speed after that; refitting the enormous oaken jigsaw, playing around with the pegs, fiddling with the pivot holes and banging it all together.
We all held our breath as we raised the timber-titans into position and clung sheepishly to them as Rob ‘tapped’ them gently into place.
An absolutely incredible achievement which has transformed the roundhouse into a kingly residence!
Time to start a new project…