We have learnt that the bird with the coiffure is called “bulbul” aka Bulbyler (Pycnonotidae). Here the bulbul is having a meal while chirping in a bush right beside the porch.
Today, Joanna continued with her netting in the pomegranate tree while Tony went to the village Mona to get some beer together with Ned and Emily.Ok, so the “getting beer” comment above was of course just a small, small, added benefit as we happened to pass close to the booze-shop on our walk. Here a strange dead tree that had burnt but for its top 50cm.
This holy cow had a look down on the road as we passed. We were granted passage. Tiny temple outside the (cow’s?) house.
Off the main road again, we might have figured out that this “impossible” pedestrian crossing is in fact not that, but rather a warning about the crossroad ahead?
Emily and Ned performing acrobatics at the outdoor gym.Today’s flower is big and yellow, just before entering town (Mona). A nice man explained that it was called Night Queen, and that it actually both unfolds and glows in the dark.Suddenly Emily found herself behind bars, but Ned knew what to do!Mule or donkey, not sure, but either way, it seemed utterly unbothered by the massive load of gravel on its back.
Bicycle garage in town. Serious-looking fellow makes sure they are safe.
Back to Spacehouse, here Hannelie in her studio – the Spacehouse library – where she puts up all the monkey drawings she makes outside from life in the mornings while the rest of us are sleeping.Today was also the day when we had a scheduled zoom meeting with the architect of Spacehouse Inger Thede. She told us a lot about the planning of the house, the adaptation of the building to the surroundings and the local building processes. It turns out that the largest glasses for the kitchen window to the north were planned according to what a pack mule could carry uphill! They are opening up for the view of the largest mountain, that we still haven’t seen through the haze since we arrived two weeks ago.The whole afternoon, Tony was busy with his chair.
The floating tenons are glued in one of the pieces, now marking up where to chisel out mortises on the other one.
Chopping with a hammer quickly became unbearable, hence a rapidly produced mallet from two scrap pieces of pine and red cedar. It worked like a dream.
