Ey up!

Rightly or wrongly I’ve bought a beautiful but rather run down, industrious brick building in a car park, in Leeming Bar…

I would like to journal the progress and try to explain the process too; which may or may not be interesting. Possibly see you at the next post for some pure, unadulterated brick pornography.

This is me, stood in the doorway on the day the contracts were exchanged. I didn’t get a key, just permission to remove the screws used to hold the sheet of plywood blocking the doorway.