As the walls come down at the Woods Hole Inn, new bright lumber is installed next to the aged, dark timbers of 140 years ago — marrying the old with the new. Vintage, restored.
This week, they ripped the second dormer off the top of the building. I always knew these roofs would need to be re-built (as the structure was compromised years ago with the addition of shed roofs improperly installed) but I will admit that when I approved of that concept, I never imagined that the whole thing would come off and look open to the sky like this. It is exciting to watch, and makes one think (briefly) of making it a solarium with a glass roof. And from so high up over the harbor, you really feel like one of the seagulls circling the ferry for scraps.
The feeling of flying is augmented by the steady breeze off the water, and significantly more pleasant on warmer sunny days like this one. The crew looks frequently at the weather forecast, because rain at this delicate juncture would be a disaster for the rooms below. But, knock wood, very sunny all this week with hopes that this will be closed up tight in three days.
I went to visit my next door neighbor Joyce yesterday, to say hello and make sure she was alright with the proximity of all the banging and hammering. She has run the shop next door “Under the Sun” for decades and she lives above it, making most of what she sells in her fabulous workshop filled with lamp shades in progress, metal wire for jewelry making, wool for felting, paints for water coloring and so much more! She bought the property in the 1960s from the McLean family who also owned the Woods Hole Inn at that time.
She said she loved the radio and the sound of the crew singing along (we have one particularly loud crooner on site). She said the sound of those hammers was music to her ears: “I have been waiting for this for thirty years!” She is excited to see what it will all look like when it’s done. Me too!
More photos of progress this week:
And so we continue! To remain sane, I enjoy walks at dusk around Woods Hole with my family. The photo at the top is a panorama shot on Penzance Point where stately houses line the harbor looking out toward Martha’s Vineyard. Divine at dusk.