(above) The elum shining in torchlight in the cellar. The glossiness is ‘Nitro-Mors’ doing its stuff and blistering stubborn paintwork.
The confined space of the cellar certainly isn’t the best place to do this kind of work; for a start the build -up of fumes only allows me to work for a short time, and the movement sensor on the tunnel light outside the cellar when not activated plunges me into darkness every 90 seconds!
Renovation by torchlight is an acquired taste – but needs must, and the job’s just got to be done. I’m working against the clock.