Sam the Man

Until today, the flat had no hand rail.
Hard to believe it was legal, but apparently that is the case.
Legal maybe, but definitely dangerous, even for those much younger than we are.

So a quick google turned up this fellow, who specialises in stairs.
He said all his work is through word of mouth, and that I'm the first person who's contacted him via his web page.

My lucky day, I guess.

It was quite a long job, as the walls are so well insulated that it took ages to find the studs. (Just as well I've disabled comments, or you'd all be telling me I'd found the stud.)

Had intended to return to Blackheath tonight, but it was dark by the time he left, and as Carl assured me he's fine, will go home tomorrow.