Top Terrace...

... needed a good scrub!   The tiles had reached a state when I felt compelled to action, even on a Monday morning, starting between sessions.   The whole thing took many hours until 8pm and there was no escaping the need to get down on hands and knees and scrub every tile with steel wool, after vigorous brush scrubbing did the more superficial clean.    I nearly felt overwhelmed by it all but some deep-seated Protestant work ethic took my hand into every awkward corner. I will blip the result tomorrow once the sun comes up again!