It was with some trepidation that I started at the nail heads with the claw hammer. As the old sheets started to come off, I felt the commitment go up a level. Within a few hours the hole was a missing roof and Peter and I positioned the tarpaulin on the ridge just in case.
We managed to remove most of the tin by about 5pm. Deciding it was time to sheet up, a look to the sky revealed those familiar roofing skies! Down came the rain as we battled with the wind and slippery surfaces.
It all seemed so very familiar.