Chestnuts roasting on an open fire, Jack Frost nosing at your nips. Or something.
Anyway, time to convert that bare-brick hole in the wall that you saw on the
previous page into a working fire place. We got a reproduction art nouveau fireplace
from Solopark for 300 smackers.
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Here is the chimney breast again, this time plastered
by Mark and painted. It's a deeper red than it looks here. Honest. Geoff, our
fireplace man has laid down the tiles for the heart. |
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And here is the fireplace, all installed and lovely. There is
no wooden bit round the hearth yet and you might have noticed the sockets hanging
out of the wall. |
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Ta-da! The wall really isn't that pink. It's the flash.
Mmmm... fire... Like the hearth surround? I made it out of a discarded notice
board. |
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