A New Year and a re-cycled greenhouse

It's only recently I've realised just how much pleasure I procure from pottering in glasshouses. I'm sure I've always known, (yet not acknowledged) that I'm not just happy but in a state of bliss! And yet, I've never had my own....until now. Lucky for me then that my folks agreed to give me theirs as they plan to move house this year and it seemed (I think) a good reason to get rid of the junk (their words, not mine) which had accumulated over the years.

Well that was back in November that father and I dismantled the frame and we drove it back to Ipswich. Once unloaded, it has remained in pieces every since. Not that I was completely idle, mind - I took some time considering exactly where to build it, carefully measuring and levelling the area, (observed and photographed by my paparazzi husband) and eventually had a base I was happy with. Now winter is turning it's cold and miserable corner I was keen to get on with the project knowing it would have to be done in two stages, seeing as the glass is still in Peterborough.
Surprisingly, it took my Dad and I only 5 hours, give or take, to rebuild the frame - and despite my limited building skills, my base was 'near as damnit' level!! Scoooooore!

I think it has to be said - the little achievements you make every day are the reason it's worth living. Thanks Dad!