Room with a View

Room With a View has to be my favorite film. We are blessed that from our Farmhouse we have the most beautiful view of the Corve Dale....now we have the most beautiful view of the Corve Dale from our bathroom too! Not quite what we were anticipating at the start of the week!

Room with a View

After close inspection of the timber frame and the second opinion of a structural engineer it sadly

became inevitable that the timber frame on both sides of the house was rotten through. Previous repairs to this timber frame construction consisted of plywood, foam, wire mesh with rendering over.

All the lead flashing that had been used drew in more water causing everything to get sodden. Such a shame. So everything has to come out, though we will save the oak beams for some something somewhere! I like to romantically believe that they might have come from some other ancient building locally. There was a monastery at Morville or perhaps the 12th century mediaeval fortified 

house that sits opposite the farm, by the village church? Many of the beams have holes and notches 

from a previous existence.

With this gable end extending into the bathroom it means that we're wall less until the rebuild, so we're up in good time to shower these days. If we leave it too late we may have an audience! I'm sure in a couple of weeks time when the weather changes we won't be hanging around in the shower for long!

It's the same in the back bedroom, stripped back to show the most beautiful view. The window at the 

moment is at floor level. I think that we will now take advantage and make this window bigger and higher.

View from the Back Gable

It's all happening so fast! But having had young children, I know that it's much easier to tear down a Lego tower than it is to build it up again! 

Having caused so much devastation to the rooms we will probably raise the ceiling height to roof level and pack it full of insulation. There was no insulation in the roof, or any roof felt either....it's been a very drafty, cold house to live in....though with the holes in the walls it's not going to get much warmer for the while! Anyway the cat is enjoying it, having freedom to come and go through the plastic sheeting with furry gifts in his mouth for us. Delightful, I do love a dead mouse on the stairs greeting me in the morning. 

It made me chuckle this evening, as my husband pulled the front door curtain to keep out drafts. In the background I can hear the black plastic sheeting flapping in the ever increasing wind, like the sails billowing on a ship heading towards a storm....