and - for once - I revel in it. For the first time I can stand in any of the rooms at the top of the new house, and enjoy the sound of rain drumming onto the skylight above. And there isn't a single sound of drips falling incessantly into buckets which have been strategically positioned around the place for the past months. Because - the roof has been fixed! Alessandro, the miracle-worker from Ruota, with the aid of his silent henchman, spent five days carefully hoiking out and replacing any and all of the damaged tiles, along with several hundredweight of accumulated moss and sedum. And, for the first time, we have a dry house.
Bliss!
I'd practically given up hope.
Meanwhile, outside, there are downpours, punctuated by brief periods of calm, and then yet more rain.
The stream has become a river, and the waterfall thunders away, mere metres away from the house.
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| The main waterfall |
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| And the two immediately subsidiary ones |
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| Looking upstream, towards the waterfall, from the old bridge |
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| From the Giovannetti bridge, outside the front door, looking downstream, towards the top of the waterfall |
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| And from the same place, looking upstream |
Inside - in the dry! - Michele is finishing off the work in the ante-room, and will then 'wrap' the inside of the house, to protect it from the paint-sprayer which, we hope, will be available for use next week. And yesterday, we had an afternoon first with the electrician, and then with the plumbers...and there's a distinct possibility that they can all get started as soon as the painting will have been finished.
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