…assembling the Arts and Crafts chandelier Ed bought me for Christmas. Now where to put it….
I thought I heard something… it was the ceiling coming down in the back hall.
Luckily no-one was standing underneath.
The plasterer says the easiest/ cheapest thing to do is to stick up a big bit of plasterboard and skim it flat – or we can have it done the old style, where the plaster is forced up between the gaps in the lath strips. This will create a less pristine, more lumps and bumps kind of look – that will fit better with rest of the house. So the more complicated / expensive option it is. Of course.
We’ll wait though until we get going on the kitchen refurb’ in the room next door – and do all the plastering in one go. In the meantime I’m enjoying looking at it – it’s the muscle and bones of the house revealed. Every time I walk through the hall it makes me stop and wonder.. how the horse hair plaster was made, who the men that worked with it were and how this grand house came to be almost 200 years ago.
Oh dear. I got up in the middle of the night, towel in hand to catch a perennial drip from above our bedroom window and quickly discovered that ‘drip’ was an understatement. It was raining inside the house…
This is now an intermittent problem above 5 different windows, depending on which way the wind is blowing. It’s essentially down to the fact that a lot of the exterior walls need repointing. We’d hoped to get some of this work done during the summer (see The drip drip effect – Feb 16) but I’m afraid lack of funds put paid to that.
Ed and I joke that whenever a quote comes in for a big job on the house, we can safely predict the outcome – we can’t afford it! The cost of repointing just the east wall, including replacing a lintel, sadly didn’t prove us wrong. I guess it’s because everything here is on such a large scale.
We did make a happy discovery recently though; it turns out our roofer can do lime pointing and he also owns his own zip tower which he can get up and down in a day, and attend to anything urgent. This way we can keep the leaks at bay for a reasonable cost, until we can afford to do a more comprehensive job.
I think interior rain falls into the category of ‘urgent’ – so he’s coming tomorrow.
After several weeks of plumbing work the hot water in the main wing is at last connected to the new biomass boiler. This has meant getting rid of 2 immersion heaters, re-routing some original pipework and putting in a load of new pipes that run from the boiler house up to a huge new tank in the roof space – and all the way back down again.
The house, as Ed puts it, is getting a bit ‘pipey’. We tried to find the route of least resistance and managed to avoid any of the grand rooms – but some of the corridors are suffering. It’s a perennial problem in old houses like this with lathe and plaster walls and lots of plaster mouldings.
This is the worst bit in part of our downstairs, back corridor…
The black pipes are the hot water pipes covered in insulation. The copper pipes were added a year ago to extend the heating and the white pipes were already here. It would be good to hide them all at some point – we’re not quite sure how yet. Another problem for another day.
The up-side is that we now have really hot water whenever we want it and it’s cheaper to heat. The pressure is better too as it’s running directly off the mains. It’s also another step forward in our master plan for this side of the house: we’ve got 3 small bathrooms to renovate and one of the large bedroom’s on the top floor is earmarked to become a fourth. It took a bit of time to persuade Ed of this plan but if you can’t have a huge bathroom in a house like this then when can you?
One of the lovely features of this room is the inside of the small round tower in the corner. At the moment it’s a semi-circular cupboard but I’m hoping to transform it into a walk-in shower.
Turning this vision into a reality is a long way off but ever since we bought the house I’ve been dreaming of relaxing in the bath in the middle of this room – a glass of something in my hand, a real fire burning in the hearth, taking in the view of the mountains in the distance as snow falls gently on the lawn. When that day comes my work here will be done.