Having completed the wall last week (at last), I found myself curiously relaxed this week. When the weather is OK I will finish the gates, but they are secure and useable for now, so what to do? Then I remembered my list (from August) of the tasks that I wanted to do before winter. Most of these were left from last winter as the extension and the wall have managed to fill most of my time, as well as using most of my energy. I am painfully aware that jobs like finishing the bathroom and the bedroom wardrobe have literally not been touched since we moved in (July 2011); happily, 'er indoors has been most patient but I'm aware that I can't rely on that indefinitely.
Looking at the weather forecast, it was easy to decide that the loft insulation was top of the list. A long time ago I opted for a "cold roof" which means laying the insulation onto the joists and ensuring that the loft space above is well ventilated; I bought lots of "Thermafleece PB20" almost TWO YEARS AGO with the intention of
laying it as soon as possible after we had plastered the ceilings. However,
things often don't work out as you expect, do they? This stuff isn't cheap
but it is far preferable to fit something like this in an old building
because it's breathable, whereas that modern stuff actually prevents the
passage of water vapour and it never dries out if it gets soggy. I managed to do about two-thirds of the loft before the onset of winter last year, but left the difficult bit around the hatch until last. Now it was time to tackle this.
"Thermafleece PB20" is actually 60% British sheeps' wool and 40% recycled polyester which gives it body. It is much nicer to handle than man-made stuff as it doesn't irritate your skin. However, I found on the first two occasions I used it that it can irritate your throat (or perhaps that was the dust in the loft); I developed a cough in the following week each time and so I then decided to always use a face mask - this has worked!
It is however more difficult to cut than other modern stuff, and you can't tear it easily. It comes in compressed rolls and I realized that it was far preferable to try to cut it whilst still compressed. I used an 8" carving knife for the cutting, with frequent pauses to re-sharpen it on a steel. I either cut it on the roll by piercing the roll radially many times with the knife and then hacking at the remaining bits, or else by laying it on a board and slicing it whilst also trying to keep it compressed. Both these were nevertheless somewhat trying procedures, as well as being tiring on your arms. Annoyingly I found an easier way this week, only about an hour before I finished. I found this by accident as I was cutting off the end a piece which was going to fit up to a joist; I laid it over the joist and put another piece of wood under the insulation so that I was cutting between the pieces of wood. For some reason cutting down and through the fleece was very easy and effective. What was a two minute job became a ten second one!
I have laid three layers: a 70mm layer between the joists, and two 100mm layers over the top. Indeed, this seems a bit "over the top" but the levels of insulation recommended have increased since the days of a simple three inch layer of horrible fibreglass stuff. The thickness of the top layer can be seen in the photo on the left. Note that in all these photos there is a good gap between the end of the insulation and the roof itself, as ventilation is important (contrary to those who would like us to live in sealed boxes!).
I had a spot of bother when doing this job in 2011 as I wanted to board the area under the roof light. Unfortunately this was near the central internal wall and the joists on the front of the house were larger than those on the back, so you can imagine the issues I had with relative heights of joists, insulation and board. That was when I ran out of time and energy over a year ago, but this time I persevered and have succeeded.
The last job I had to do was to fit the loft hatch and add some insulation on that as well, as it was probably a major source of draughts last year. Hopefully the expense of this stuff will be borne out by the improvement in the warmth of the house and a reduction in heating bills over the duration of our retirement. You can but hope!
This is the story of the purchase and renovation of Matthew & Jane's house somewhere in the heart of England, following Matthew’s redundancy in 2010 at the age of 58. Said to be from c.1835, we first saw it in Aug 2010. It had been empty for only a few weeks but was pretty awful due to dampness and long term neglect. Locals thought it had been uninhabited for years and was only fit for demolition! But we bought it anyway and moved in after 8 months work in July 2011.
Saturday, 27 October 2012
Thursday, 18 October 2012
O Wall! O Sweet, O Lovely Wall!
The wall is complete! (Apart from a few details... )
Many people better educated than myself might recognise the above quote from "A Midsummer Night's Dream". You might think that this would be the most appropriate quotation for me (despite my failure in English Literature 'O' Level!), as I savour my hard-won success. However, given the way I feel right now, a rather more appropriate quotation is found just a few lines further on in the same opus: "O Wall! Full often hast thou heard my moans"!
I sit here feeling very tired after a long and hectic day's work. I had finished off the stone structure on Tuesday and today was the icing on the cake, or rather the copers on the wall. I'm quite surprised that I have built most of the structure using stone that was already at the property; all I needed to acquire was the faced stone (including the pintle blocks for the gate hinges) which forms the quoin. I was pleased that it was pretty level for the coping stones to be laid, and also when I made a small framework to lie on the top I proved that it was pretty well parallel as well. I used this to draw a line showing the width of the coping stones and, hence, where I needed to grind an angle on the (few) protruding bits. There is a bend in the wall - I didn't want to make this too easy for myself! - and of course I had forgotten about the coping stones when I designed the bend. This bend was required because I didn't want to uproot the ivy climbing up the boundary wall, which would have been necessary if the new wall had been straight. Another difficulty was that the soil rises in the direction of the boundary wall, so the foundations required a lot of thought.
Today I hired an angle grinder again [Top Tip: buy your own blade if you think you'll hire one more than once] and spent the morning cutting and grinding in preparation for the afternoon when my son arrived (with grandson) to help with the difficult bit - lifting the copers carefully into position on their mortar bed. Since the heaviest weighs about 45kg, you can imagine that I had quickly decided that this was too much for me. I made a mix of NHL (sharp sand: building sand: NHL3.5 in 5:1:2 ratio). This is basically standard 3:1 but I added the local building sand which gives a good colour match to the house pointing. My grandson loved the mixer but was otherwise confined indoors as I had to wield the grinder again to make the last coping stones fit.
However, in my haste I made too much mortar and so after my son left I spent the next three hours doing pointing and minor repairs to use it up; I gave up when it started to rain as dusk was falling.
I'm pretty pleased with the result. A lot of thought has gone into this wall; I find that things usually turn out better if you think long and hard before you start, and try to imagine exactly how things will be done and what problems might ensue. (There have also been a few sleepless nights.) My vision was to build a security wall which would look as though it had been there for years, and I'd like to think that I have succeeded. However, I'm glad I'm not doing that for a living - I started in May and thought it would be done by early July!
Many people better educated than myself might recognise the above quote from "A Midsummer Night's Dream". You might think that this would be the most appropriate quotation for me (despite my failure in English Literature 'O' Level!), as I savour my hard-won success. However, given the way I feel right now, a rather more appropriate quotation is found just a few lines further on in the same opus: "O Wall! Full often hast thou heard my moans"!
I sit here feeling very tired after a long and hectic day's work. I had finished off the stone structure on Tuesday and today was the icing on the cake, or rather the copers on the wall. I'm quite surprised that I have built most of the structure using stone that was already at the property; all I needed to acquire was the faced stone (including the pintle blocks for the gate hinges) which forms the quoin. I was pleased that it was pretty level for the coping stones to be laid, and also when I made a small framework to lie on the top I proved that it was pretty well parallel as well. I used this to draw a line showing the width of the coping stones and, hence, where I needed to grind an angle on the (few) protruding bits. There is a bend in the wall - I didn't want to make this too easy for myself! - and of course I had forgotten about the coping stones when I designed the bend. This bend was required because I didn't want to uproot the ivy climbing up the boundary wall, which would have been necessary if the new wall had been straight. Another difficulty was that the soil rises in the direction of the boundary wall, so the foundations required a lot of thought.
Today I hired an angle grinder again [Top Tip: buy your own blade if you think you'll hire one more than once] and spent the morning cutting and grinding in preparation for the afternoon when my son arrived (with grandson) to help with the difficult bit - lifting the copers carefully into position on their mortar bed. Since the heaviest weighs about 45kg, you can imagine that I had quickly decided that this was too much for me. I made a mix of NHL (sharp sand: building sand: NHL3.5 in 5:1:2 ratio). This is basically standard 3:1 but I added the local building sand which gives a good colour match to the house pointing. My grandson loved the mixer but was otherwise confined indoors as I had to wield the grinder again to make the last coping stones fit.
However, in my haste I made too much mortar and so after my son left I spent the next three hours doing pointing and minor repairs to use it up; I gave up when it started to rain as dusk was falling.
I'm pretty pleased with the result. A lot of thought has gone into this wall; I find that things usually turn out better if you think long and hard before you start, and try to imagine exactly how things will be done and what problems might ensue. (There have also been a few sleepless nights.) My vision was to build a security wall which would look as though it had been there for years, and I'd like to think that I have succeeded. However, I'm glad I'm not doing that for a living - I started in May and thought it would be done by early July!
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