I stared at this unexpected and unwanted waterfall flowing down in front of the two arched windows of the tower, and the large window below.
It was obvious that the downspout, around the corner to the right, was blocked.
But how to get to it?
A sensible person would have waited until the rain stopped, the house dried, and then corralled Justin into helping.
A sensible person, however, was not in evidence yesterday at the Cross House. And the person who was in evidence (who shall go unnamed) could only think of one thing: My baby is being damaged! MUST PROTECT BABY!
It was clear that when the octagon tower was redone several years ago, the roofers were casual about cleaning out the downspouts after they tore off the old roof.
Which means that this downspout has been compacted solid for over two years. Two years of rains and storms and snow.
Two years of damage to the house which the new roofing and relined gutters were meant to prevent, not cause.