Drip, Drip, Drip

The new year has brought us a lovely little present. We came home after a weekend with family to that dreaded noise; drip, drip, drip. Yes, the bay window has sprung a leak. After hanging out of the bedroom window with a torch to examine the flat roof we realised there was very little to be done in the dark and wet. Joe pricked the wet points in the ceiling to relieve any water pressure, popped a bucket under it and we went to bed.

The next morning only a mugs worth of water had been collected - it certainly could have been a lot worse. The best news (as leaks go) was yet to come though - it seems it only drips when the wind is coming from a certain direction. It continued to rain heavily over the next few days but no more water came through.

Saturday dawned dry and sunny so we got the ladder out to have a closer look. The roof felt all seemed to be securely in place, which didn't surprise us. If the problem had been water puddling then it would have been a much more consistent leak. The only thing we could see was a slight unevenness in the leading and its sealant. Joe tapped it back against the wall and we decided to leave it at that.

All that remains is to see whether the problem returns next time the right conditions hit us.