Last year, we had a small hatch and ladder installed in our attic to allow access to the roof. We’ve been up there a few times since then, but I’ve forgotten to bring my camera every time. I remembered it today! Climbing ladders (even little ones with three steps) isn’t my favorite thing in the world, but I’m getting more confident. It’s the trip back down that always makes me doubt my sure-footedness.
We technically have a “flat roof”, though it actually has a slight pitch to it to allow for drainage. It’s not visible from street-level. I have grand (and unrealistic) dreams about building a roof deck up there, since the views of the Hudson River are so perfect.
Our house is the first in a series of four identical (well, they were identical when they were built, at least!) row houses, so you’re actually looking at the tops of our neighbors’ roofs here. So many chimneys everywhere! Each house in our row has three.
Looking southward. In the distance you can see Pollopel Island, home to Bannerman Castle.
Looking down on the garden. Our house is on the left, and no, I wasn’t suspended in mid-air when I took this photo! If you’re confused about what you’re looking at, here’s a floor plan—the jog at the back of the house creates this space between the row of houses, and allows for natural light in the center rooms.