The guest bedroom is beginning to take shape. At last.

As with many old stone French cottages, the loft space was not used for living, more usually just for storing corn and grain. (Okay... I suppose that storing food can come under the general 'living' umbrella.) The space was invariably shared by glis glis, sometimes known as edible dormice. And mice. Not edible ones. I'm sure they appreciated the feast and shelter provided during the colder months. 

The word for loft in French is 'grenier'; it's a word that the British in France know well, due to our capacity to hungrily seek out 'vide greniers'. It means 'emptying your loft'. These popular events are actually boot fairs, but they seem to have just a little more allure. Probably because many of the items are (quite literally) antiques from the loft. Old French furniture and fittings are highly prized by the British. Many French people find this amusing.

This is what our loft looked like when we arrived:

We felt that it wasn't quite 'us'. You've already seen our little shower room up there, but now a bedroom of sorts is emerging...

Our fuel

The magic mirror

See?

We've made a little bench seat/child's bed over there. Kevin cut out two panels so that the area beneath can be used for storage. To ensure easy lifting of the panels, he put in a finger hole with a little animal mouth shape coming down from it. I knew what I had to do... 

Don't worry; it'll be covered by a long cushion/mattress.

The room will soon be finished... More photos soon!