The Expectation: A completely empty chalet upon possession of front door key, with potentially an oven (usefulness unknown) and a fireplace (untested) as the only existing amenities, and a week sitting on the floor in front of said untested fireplace on two meagre scatter cushions brought from home.
The Unexpected Actuality:
- A set of kitchen knives in a questionable knife block
- Pink washing up gloves
- Fridge (good working order)
- Oven (and hidden inside - 2 newish baking trays)
- Fireplace - smoked a bit, but drew rather brilliantly after its long sabbatical
- Three pine single beds
- Four pine dining chairs
- A pine chest of drawers
- A sofa bed - the holy grail!
The Outcome: A first week of chalet-ownership in near civilisation, sitting on a proper sofa next to a working fire, eating a home cooked meal made using the pretty decent (if mildly grumpy) oven.
The New Higher Standard: As a result of living 'like kings' (comparatively) for a few days - but eating off our laps, a dining room table constructed out of some odds and ends found in a questionable pile at the back of the top floor seemed like a totally achievable ambition, to go with the unexpected pine chairs for a future unrivaled dining experience.
Darren's brother and cousins were in fact manfully up to the task - see below. We think the original owner used to paint on the 'table top' (paint stains = dead giveaway), and the legs are crumbly old rescued beams. It wobbles ever so slightly (due to crumbly beams rather than a comment on their excellent carpentry) - but not wobbly enough to spill French Onion soup, surely the homemade table standard.