Terrible terrible dilemma
May 9, 2009
I have had frequent reminders from family and friends that my financial resources are too feeble to enable the work that needs doing. I was being quite stubborn (one of my less attractive traits) and insisting I could carry on with my plans to rescue the trees at least from the snarl of brambles and tackle the work on the house as best I could.
In preparation for support of my idea of staying and doing the work myself I had three estate agents value the property and give me advice on how works would affect the value. Well all three said don’t waste your money and especially not on the garden. Hedgelands is a rennovation project and its appeal lies in its location, situation and the fact that it is a blank canvas with some very nice mature trees and a stable block.
This was a difficult message to hear but one I finally heard. And just as well because a number of white goods have decided to ‘die’ and the works to repair the mess left by the chimney stack has proved to be more expensive than expected.
With a heavy heart I decided to put Hedgelands on the market. I know that even though this isn’t the path I would like to take it is the right one for me at this moment (I hope!). I can’t do justice to the garden nor can I do justice to the house. It will not be easy to leave but I have my memories and will take a few survivors with me.
Hedgelands is now listed on Primelocation and is being sold by private tender (informal sealed bids) by Stags Tiverton office.
I’ve spent this morning showing three sets of people around and roughly a dozen have seen it this week and it hasn’t even been in the papers yet.
I did indeed have the guttering renewed and two windows replace and the stack has now been repaired and rendered on the outside. Some images are posted for you to see. The builders Jack in the Green have done a great job and I can wholeheartedly recommend them for traditional and modern rennovation and repair work.
Steve’s favourite birds (swallows) turned up on Good Friday and are having a feast on the clouds of insects. The birds are creating a din with their calls and so the cycle begins again. Hedgelands the nursery for young animals and new life. The plants that have survived thus far are thriving if obscured by the brambles, nettles and weeds. I am hopeful that some of his trees will survive the transformation.
I will definitely miss living here. It is a lovely spot. The first eight years were fabulous and creating the garden with Steve was so rewarding on so many levels. The small amount of work I’ve done since he died hasn’t been very enjoyable and that is down to Steve not being there.
The garden was Steve’s dream and I was priviledged to share in that dream. Now I know it is time to let someone else create their dream here at Hedgelands.
I hope that people will continue to read Steve’s blog and enjoy the doggerel and banter.
More adventures in cob
March 7, 2009
Back from the lime course yesterday which I can heartily recommend to anyone currently residing in (or considering same) a period property which include stone built and georgian. Mike Wye runs this course several times a year and the first course of the year was completely booked.
But first the pics (I seem to have mastered the gallery function!). From left to right first pic is one of the crack in the wall with modern filling solution. Second is a close up of the concrete flue which needs to be removed and the hole in the wall repaired. Third photo was taken during the big snow of my favourite morning trees but this time from the office which was formerly impossible due to the chimney stack being in the way.
Back to the Course
The course was a little bit of most of the basic things that go into building and maintaining cob and other traditional buildings. The things that weren’t covered were working with mass cob or any joinery work. I personally would not want to tackle any structurally important work myself but would be happy to try plaster/render inside when the time comes.
Making cob blocks
I had the camera in my pocket but got engrossed in the course and didn’t take one image so you will have to endure my description.
To preface this I don’t reckon forming your own cob blocks/bricks is really a viable solution for most enthusiasts except for those who want to self build and are competent.
Treading: Fairly simply clay, straw and water are tread into a well mixed mass. The role of the bullocks was taken up by 10 course members in wellies. Jolly hard work too even on a cold drizzly day!
Fill the metal form: The next step is to put the web cob mix into a metal form which is roughly breeze block shaped and sized. Pack it in well using wellied foot. Once full . . .
Remove from form: making sure there are no stones in the way of the flat metal plate that is just smaller than the form, two people using excellent hold, lift and plunger action slide the wet block out of the form. Now leave to dry for 6-8 weeks.
Building the stone base:
We went through stone work (very difficult for someone like me who is rather picky and slow) There is definitely an art and an eye needed to do this work ‘quickly’. The stones are not uniform in shape. Don’t think I will tackle this sort of thing for important structures. I might have a go at remaking the well ‘housing’ though.
Pointing:
Again I’m not a natural but could be persuaded to have a go at removing shot pointing and repointing. I don’t have any traditional walls that require this though (whew!)
Plastering/Rendering:
This was the part of the course I was most interested in. It is a minimum of 3 stages but two of those are normally repeated.
Harling – basically flinging in a controlled and skilled manner lime render slurry at bare cob or brick walls. This is the key stage for helping the next layer of render to bind to the wall. Good coverage but thin. Very messy! Can apply the next coat of render in 1-2 days in ideal conditions.
Haired course – a much firmer lime render mix with hair teased in. The hair reduces slumping. This course can be about 10mm or so thick. The action of applying render is different to modern skimming plasters. A second coat of haired lime render/plaster can be applied. Hollows in the cob are filled with this plaster mix. Building layers are ‘roughed up’ to create a key for the next layer. A slow process as it needs to ‘dry’ and times between coats can be 7-10 days in ideal conditions.
Smooth (unhaired) course – Internal work – this is a slightly looser mix (think ever so slightly runny porridge). The first course of this is about 1mm thick. At this stage internal plaster can be sponge finished and you are done. Or you can add a second finer plaster. If you add a finer plaster the coat is finished with a devil float which is just a wooden float with a nail slightly protruding. I quite liked the look of that but the final coats of plaster cover it up.
External work is slightly stiffer and thicker but again you can finish it with a sponge and tight circular motion.
Other important details
The lunch was in an old pub at Shebbear. I was too knackered to notice the name! However, excellent food and divine chocy fudge cake!
Closing
Buckland Filleigh is a bit tricky to find! But I didn’t go too wrong except when I doubted myself. This was the first time I had driven somewhere that is totally unfamiliar to me since Steve died. Steve was the navigator and map reader as I am hopeless at it. I left at 6.45 for a 9.15 start and it took most of that time. Got back in plenty of time to fetch Socks from the vet. He is still not himself.
What next?
Monday the builders show up to replace two windows in the extension and replace the guttering. Yeah!
Adventures in Cob
January 28, 2009
Chimney Gone - sorry it is dark
[/caption]Hoping all of the doggerelist’s friends, sparing partners and loved ones had a perfect start to their new year. For myself it was a quiet reflective affair but even the ‘bad’ alone moments had and have their place.
The chimney stack full of wet
I’m a naturally curious and impetuous person regarding certain things. It started way back when I wondered what would happen if I stuck a fork in the electrical socket. I was saved from myself on that particular occasion but the trend was set. However, I don’t want to bore you totally ridgid so I’ll hurry the tale up a bit and just skip to how this chimney stack came to disappear after decades reign of damp.
Discovery
In the post shock – early panicked time after Steve died, I tried to tidy up nearly five years of chaos in the house (which I’ve barely made a dent in by the way). I found plenty of evidence of earlier and successive attempts at papering over the cracks.
Of course, we knew that the house decor had long since fallen from grace. However, a dinnerplate sized active wet patch above a filing cabinet in my least favourite room sent me into a real panic. There was no point in not taking down the five or so layers of heavy wallpaper to see what the wall behind was doing.
Flashback – a few weeks earlier
Just to give some background to this tale – a few weeks earlier a lovely colleague at work (Conservation Officer) and her friends who are cob building specialists came to Hedgelands and spent two hours roaming the house and piecing together a timeline for the building, pointing out the different phases, noting any remedial structural work required and how urgent it was and generally sharing their expertise of caring for these old buildings. I was very reassured and the list of urgent ‘do soon’ jobs was fairly small and affordable. Guttering was top of the list.
Not only did I receive reassurance but a few tips on how to tell if a cob wall is a bit dodgy. If you strip back the paper and give the wall a shove it moves. This tells you the render either has separated from the cob wall or that there might be no cob left behind the render.
Back to the least favourite room
I duly stripped back some paper and exposed the wall surface and shoved and it gave. Deep breath – *!@#!!! So I excavated a hole to see if there was a wall left behind the render. Phew, there is the cob but it feels a bit damp. I went outside and saw the chimney directly behind the damp patch and it looked a likely culprit. A strangled call to the builder to come and quote for remedial works.
This was all before the Christmas and the wait wasn’t too bad. I like having the little I have in the bank so I can feel well off for a short period at least.
The beginning of . . . a small restoration
First stage – removal of chimney which has now been completed.
Of course I was warned that working with cob that has been entombed in hard cement renders can be a bit surprising. Worst case scenario is the cob is not there having washed away over the decades leaving the hard render behind to collapse spectacularly without warning.
Less bad but not great are evidence of cracks and smaller holes. Cracks happen when timber lintels rot away and the cob settles or when modern materials are used in the conversion from thatch roof and small windows to (in this case Cement) roof and bigger windows.
This particular chimney had been reduced in height and backfilled with the rubble and then capped with no air vent. Either through condensation or incursion the chimney was wet inside. Why the previous occupants didn’t just remove the chimney and re-render I’ll never know but I have a few choice words to share with them!
A building engineers pass the little place basically sound with a prescription of renewed guttering and chimney stack to be removed. So although I was slightly alarmed at the evidence of a crack it looked like an old one and it hadn’t significantly damaged the integrity of the wall.
Next stage – drying out (the cob, silly!)
The cob will be exposed for a few months to give it time to dry out a bit. Then the render will be replaced with lime products. The interior will have to be gutted and fixed but it might have to wait until I sort some other structurally important things like the former front door now a window which was (surprise surprise) bodged.
Oh and I’m signed up for a course in lime rendering in March so I will have a much better understanding of what working with cob is like.
Too much for one person . . .
I’m aware that 5 and a half acres of ground including a cultivated garden gone wild and an old property in need of total rennovation is a lot for one poorly paid person to handle. My decisions about any works to be done on the house and in the garden (euphemism for money to be spent) need to make sense if I stay or if I decide to sell. For the time being I am happy to stay and current economic turmoil certainly would make a desire to sell up a terrible and near impossible one to fulfill.
The story of the blue tit under the floor boards
I’m sure that Steve told this one much better than I am about to but here goes.
The setting is the master bedroom – it certainly is bigger than the average sleeping chamber but very simple. There are pine (newish) boards for flooring which are stained a dark oak colour. The walls are papered (sadly) and an old dark rose colour (don’t ask I was obviously in a romantic phase at the time).
The other important detail is Steve had phenomenally acute hearing. I’m deaf as a post.
Steve and the cats were aware that something was scratching under the floorboards. This sort of thing is a worry as rodents spring to mind. Mice are not so bad but rats are definitely not something you want under your floorboards. Anyway this noise carried on for a few nights and at dawn I decided to get up and shine a torch through the cracks as I had heard something near the window.
I wasn’t really expecting to see anything much but as I gazed down a little black eye gazed back and it was surrounded by yellow and blue which forced ‘its a blue tit’ from my lips. Steve just gave me a look that said ‘daft woman!’ and I said ‘I’m telling you it is a blue tit!’
So the decision to lift a floor board and set this little thing free was made and done. We closed the bedroom door to keep the cats out as we quite like blue tits and wanted to spare the little creature being played with to death and also spare a cat or two the embarassment of taking a leap out of the open window.
We eased the board up and out flew a blue tit straight for the open window. I gave Steve a look that said ‘what did I tell you?!’. He gave me a look back ‘Bloody hell she was right!’.
Of course we couldn’t figure out how a blue tit got under the floorboards. No structures directly abut floor level. My guess is there is a small opening somewhere and a mini tunnel in the cob that leads there. If I stay here long enough to rennovate the bedroom I might be able to prove that theory.
Pics – not exactly pretty but I feel that the house has been liberated even though I’m at the start of some not terribly exciting repairs. But who knows perhaps another cob dweller can gain an understanding and some comfort from these rather dull pics.
As always, comments are welcome (but not compulsory) as are verse and conversation about other things.
Michele
Autumn Colour . . . shame about the sunshine
November 21, 2008
Steve's favourite birches
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Not our oaks but my favourite view in the morning
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Autumn Colour November 2008
I thought I would share a photo of some of the autumn colour the garden produced a few weeks ago. Sadly, the sun has not been out much and so the image is a bit dull looking. Amazing how green the nettles, brambles and weeds stay.
Other news – Hedgelands the house has been passed reasonably sound if a bit in need of a spruce up. Guttering repairs and demolition of a disused chimney stack to be completed but can wait until the new year. Garden restoration will begin with me reclaiming the wood from the propagation ‘beds’ and fighting my way through the brambles to remove glass lights and other hazards. Personally – routine gets easier and life gets harder at the same time. Time is running away and I have no idea where it goes. Apologies!
Lastly, I’m glad that people are still enjoying reading through Steve’s and friends’ conversations and verse. I worry about how best to leave something behind so that Steve is remembered in some way and cob walls and trees seem so fragile – his blog may be ‘forever’ in google cache heaven.
Michele – The undergardener
More pics then!
Steve’s favourite birches
Colour Wheel copperfoil art glass round
Favourite morning view
View from the office today –
