The six coats of linseed oil took a while - and it probably should have been more, to judge by the way the grout has stuck to some of the tiles. I tell myself it gives the tiles a pleasantly rustic look.
The one in the middle is (probably) the same tile as before:
And here's a general view of the room.
And yes
(a) the walls need to be painted
(b) the tiles could do with a bit more cleaning off - possibly something fun like an acid, and
(c) the oak strip for the raised section isn't there yet. I couldn't find a bit of oak 2.5 meters long.
In my spare time, I've also helped out a real professional builder in putting down a waterproof surface on top of the wood-chip-silo, and it certainly seems to be waterproof now. Trouble is, it is a much rougher surface than the 90-year-old concrete that was there before, and it is crying out to be tiled. I am not sure that I can face any more tiles right now.
And for a break, I spent the weekend over at the Poterie du Don, learning how to use a potters wheel. It will come as no surprise that this is a bit more difficult than it looks.
The windows really are a funny shape. I blame the architect. No change there, then.
And as for the sticking plaster on my head, I can only blame myself. I put the post-box just where I would hit my head on it when I straightened up after putting down a concrete sill in the farmhouse cellar.
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