Yes, it's a front door. At this stage, however, it has all the integrity of a Hollywood film set: it's hanging by a clamp. Do I care? No. Every day after work, I drive in to something closely resembling a home. The novelty has yet to wear off.
Above: Inside house, looking north-east. And look, there's Phil, drilling something. Now try to imagine (as I do almost daily) a row of beautiful bi-fold french doors, with louvres.
And the latest pic, hot from the camera: The Dream Team, poised fearlessly on their scaffolding,
as they attack the challenging western face with a vengeance.
Not a bad day's work, wouldn't you agree?
