Chez moi<\/em>, the weather wasn’t so nice – grey and windy. But that’s the beauty of living round here. The Combrailles is the junction of three different climatic zones (the Mediterranean, The Atlantic and the Continental European). Followers of my outpourings in all its previous guises will recall my discussions about the constantly-changing (and sometimes dramatically so) weather as the fronts collide above my head.<\/p>\n Added to that, the area is an old rocky plateau that is riven by deep valleys and gorges so that each valley has its own little micro-climate and that can often be confusing.<\/p>\n But anyway ….. we trimmed the plywood on the roof and then put on the covering sheet of damp-proof membrane. And that was no fun either, fitting a 10-metre square sheet on a roof in a howling gale.<\/p>\n After lunch I dangled over the roof fitting the tiles with the aid of Terry’s home-made tile hod. I built up the right-hand corner all the way to the top (this is the bit that takes the time – the rest is just quick nailing-on) but then we were driven off the roof and into Caliburn by a torrential downpour (hence the lack of photos).<\/p>\n Back here, it was bright sunshine and totally dry, which just proves my point about the different climates.<\/p>\n We had another marvellous lunch though thanks to Liz. And in the middle Terry announced
\n“Forget eBay – forget the lottery. If I could clone Liz I would be a millionaire”
\n“Yes, I would have a Liz clone” I offered
\n“Forget it, Eric. You’d be trampled to death in the stampede”<\/p>\n
