Under warm, grey and decidedly damp Virginian skies P proceeded with the clubhouse this weekend. Skinning and roofing being the critical targets. So now we have a post-modern concentration-camp aesthetic that hopefully, with a dash of paint, might seem more Malibu-esque.
J's tour is audible until the sawing cuts in, though I think we can all see the lack of decent ablutions is a design omission.
