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Sunday 29 September 2013

Opening the Look Out

The Grand Opening of the Look Out - aka the Doghouse - was performed on a claggy Cornish day over coffee and cakes by the most senior member of the AllGriffs clan who was spending a long weekend in Cornwall. An enthusiastic supporter of the scheme, from afar, she wished the Garage and Look Out 'God Speed' for whatever boat (or, perish the thought, car) was stored therein.

The credits for the twelve week project were:
Original ideas: Jonathan who wanted a garden shed and some elbow room in which to potter; Kate who wanted somewhere to store her grand-children's garden toys; John Toovey who sketched some ideas
Producer and overseer: Felicity Griffin who encouraged the work at every stage
Revised concept: Mark Smith and Rosemary Lynch who decided we needed a proper garage and a room on top
Architect:  Rosemary Lynch who did the hard work of producing plans and dealing with the planners
Builders: Mark Smith and the Marnick boys
Photographer and Reporter: Jonathan Griffin
Foreign correspondent: Felicity Griffin
Funded by: Kate
Fit out assistance: Annette Shaw for calculating the shelving; David Pollard for fitting them; the Menmuirs who felt the garage looked a bit empty and helped fill it
Critical assessment: Johnny Pitt and David Pollard who would not have done it like that
Catering: Kate - you could never believe how many cups of tea and coffee builders can drink
Temporary storage: Nigel and Margaret Stubbs
Mascots: Alana; the shade of Koshka the cat who oversaw the building of the main house
With thanks to: All those mentioned above; our neighbours, especially Jean, Mark, Sue, Tom and Milo; our neighbours who did not mind our cars being parked in the road

And there was on little girl who danced for joy at having a whole plate of cakes all to herself at the party.

Wednesday 18 September 2013

AllGriffs Towers

The garage is finally completed and merely awaits its carpet, furniture and 'official' opening. The decking has been cleared of its temporary stuff. Fruit trees in tubs have mysteriously emigrated from Datchet. The three apple trees are laden with delicious fruit and someone has parked his favourite tractor on the lawn halfway through a tomato delivery.

It is all a far cry from the bramble-infested estate of seven years ago.