45 years ago, and still resident, I bought a derelict stone cottage. I stood on the clay floor, after removing the rotten floor woodwork and looked up through the slanting roof tiles, Oh what have done said I. One evening my two sons went to bed by climbing a ladder up to a window because I had both stair wells full of rubble. They loved it! Last year I timbered and tiled the roof to a single extension with Cotswold reproduction stone tiles. At 76 I am getting a little tired not to say pissed off with DIY.
