I’m not sure that the Master Builder (MB) always inspires confidence, especially when he talks about the importance of only having a plan in his head. Hates things on paper. But things get done, and done well. More tilted trees come down, more dead branches, another huge fire to remind me of Guy Fawkes night in England and then he produces a very sophisticated transit instrument for laying out the building. We clear the way for DC to decide where she wants the chalet, pointing in which direction. South, the classic ideal orientation, mainly points us at the only forest in the 180 degree panoramic swivel. We’ll have to think about those first principles: orientation or the view.
Friday night and I put on a tie for cocktail hour, followed by a very healthy and plentiful dinner and a walk to the site to puzzle on the question of where to put the chalet. This is getting real.
Where indeed?
1 comment:
Can't wait to become part of the action, see you on Wednesday, I'll bring my work gloves.
Janet
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