We arranged a date in August to deliver the hut. It was a close call and the week leading up to the delivery was hectic. It had crossed my mind to delay the delivery but decided to push on and make it happen.
The excitement began well before arriving at the site. The previous 30 mins had me standing on the veranda of the hut with a stout stick pushing branches up and away from the corrugated roof and shouting instructions to Ian in the truck. These are not situations that allow for stopping and taking photos so you will just have to use your imagination.
Then we arrive at the gate. We had been warned that it was tight, and there was a capable tractor and its driver there at the ready. A plan was hatched and the hut was now inside the field!
It was at this stage that I realised that the family had been camping in the tent for two days waiting for the shepherd’s hut to come. Their plan was to sleep in it that night and for most of the month of August. No pressure!
The spot for the hut was, of course, at the far end of the field, up a steep grassy slope. Thank goodness for the tractor.
It rained, the fresh clay soil turned into an ice rink. The six-year-old was so excited and really wanted to get into the hut but he had a long wait.
At the end of a long hard day, we had the hut safely installed. The view was stunning and there was no doubt that it was in the right spot. The new owners DID sleep in it that night and for many nights during that summer holiday. They LOVED it.
Next week: The Hut 16 Gallery.