Windswept week five arrived, washed us ashore, weather-beaten but spirits unbroken. Monday and Tuesday we finished the floor to the future workshop, tossing in the occasional odd window and door; the effect of doors and windows without walls is surreal and pleasantly disorienting.

Wednesday morning, into the woods, to search for willow with which to fashion flourishes. The mud was thigh deep and the return trip with our willow hoard was the most survivalist-like adventure since at least our plaster machine-gunning days, but the effect of the willow on, for example, Jo and Joe's respectively professional and amateur rails, below, was well worth the wary wavering and wearying warring.

What else? 2 beautiful sets of stairs leading into the workshop, and frames for the light straw clay to nestle into snugly. Much of this performed in Thursday's biblical gales, which did not abate and were not placated by secular prayers or curses.

Easygoing Friday. Paul, suffering from a rare bout of agenbite of inwit, brought about by the Dickensian conditions under which we were forced to labor on Thursday, treated us to a morning movie, "Natural Building and a New Sense of Earth," starring Paul Dillon as the young bearded lad and featuring Joe Klodzinski's left shoulder. The remainder of the morning was spent prioritizing the long term needs and features most salient to our respective dream homes, and discussing nascent design proclivities. We were then given an early leave, to pursue reunions, repatriations and Joycean epiphanies, and yes we said yes we will Yes.