Rock on, Pierre!
What with family and friends coming to stay for a sunny summer escape recently, very little has been renovated here on our delipidated French farm on top of a hill. But work on the terrace continues! What sort of idiot decides to create a terrace spanning seventy square metres? Us. We're the idiots. As we have zero income and very little left in our savings account, we are salvaging the stone from our eight acres. And the ruin. I had originally harboured hopes of renovating the ruin into a sort of high-level walled terrace with an observatory of sorts, as the views of the stars here are simply incredible. There won't be much ruin left by the time I've harvested all of its stones. Basically, if the stone has a flat side, it's mine. Even if it doesn't initially have a flat side, I've learnt how to make one using a hammer and chisel. I've been able to create an almost level surface using stones of very different depths, either by digging a hole to fit tall sto...