I don’t think I ever showed you the final result of my friend P’s re-thatching, did I? I wanted to show it in sunshine, and sunshine was a long time coming. Here it is. Two-and-a-half-tons of straw later, a watertight, netted, thatched roof, that she hopes (well, knows) will see her out. Pretty!
PS Simon the thatcher grumbled when he saw that some of the straw below the cross-stitching had burst into leaf – the result of poor ‘thrashing’ when harvested, he says. If a sharp frost doesn’t get it first, he will have to spray it.