Here at Eumundi, things have gone beyond excitement. First, the studio got plastered; then, to celebrate, we got plastered; then, Hamlet got plastered.
Nah, I'm just kidding. Ham's only allowed one stubby a year - and that's on his birthday (which is in May, should you care to send him a card).


Okay, I'll stop messing about. It's just that, for the first time since embarking on this all-consuming (as we're now painfully aware), relationship testing, mildly insane escapade known as house construction, we finally have something resembling a Proper Building ... as opposed to a building site.

As plasterers go, I'm still patting myself on the back for finding Jesse. While possibly the fastest plasterer in the west (he and his brother sheeted up the studio in one day), Jesse is no cowboy. He gave a very reasonable quote. He was organised. He was reliable. He was thorough. He did a beautiful job. He actually - wait for it - swept up after himself ... not a Breaka bottle nor ciggie packet left in sight.

The results were truly transformative. After all these months - years - of looking at hard, blue steel framework, it was magical to see that skeletal form fleshed out in pale grey and alabaster white. Come inside - please do - and see for yourself:





In case you're wondering, Phil's beautifully undulating ceiling (above) will be lined with mini-orb, to match the soffits.


And now, almost every day, I wander into this miraculous space of air and light, and feel very, very happy to be here. I gaze through the louvres at those green velvet hills, and dream of an endless summer of parties, and friends and family sleeping like sardines on our studio floor.