Back from a much needed week’s break away we find there had been a slight hold up in issuing the final architect’s drawings, so we haven’t missed anything crucial.
Just digging of footings for the rebuild walls, followed by the first concrete pour.
More foundation excavation was being completed as I visited site today and there will be a second pour in the morning at 10. If anybody has any, say, “merchandise” that needs disposing of, 9.55am tomorrow at the barn would be a good time. No questions asked, for a small fee.
The fallen bricks are now all reclaimed, stacked and ready for the brickies to start later this week- sadly not many of them cleaned by me as I had intended (bloody Caribbean holiday and bloody quick builders!). All the unsuitable-for-building broken bricks are to be crushed on site and will go into the sub-floor as hardcore. Nothing the slightest bit usable escapes recycling here if it can be helped.
On that note I’m building up quite a collection of *interesting rusty objects. From left to right (size 6 feet for scale) … antique scythe blade, pitchfork tynes, part of a “strap hinge” (me neither) , err chain with wooden slats that could have been part of some sort of farm machinery- conveyor belt (maybe)** and lastly -nope ya got me…either a tool for getting stones out of hooves, or ….ancient torture implement?
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** See PS
The next find I do quite like- some pieces of old crate with the supplier’s name branded on, which had been used to reinforce the floor of the hayloft.
In my extensive research I haven’t yet been able to find out anything about John Waterworth Ltd, or what he might have put into crates, but the wood looks pretty old. Definitely dates from the pre-Google era in my expert opinion. Anyone?
Not sure what I’m going to do with all my *beautiful artefacts but they are part of the history of the barn so they may go on display. Probably in the dark bit at the back of the garage.
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This week my job(by) is to research and consider the merits of different septic tanks.
Living the dream.
Originally we assumed because of the barn’s semi-rural location we’d have to have some kind of septic tank. Then the architect poo-pooed that idea because we’re not that far from our nearest neighbour’s drains. Legislation says that if the building is less than 30 metres from mains sewerage, you have to connect to it. Them’s the rules.
Now we have realised we’re actually over 50 metres away and we do have a choice so we’re revisiting the original septic tank idea -mostly because the sewer is up a slope and along a road. Mains connection means (colon):
number 1. further to dig out, and not only that – along a public highway, the digging up and putting back of which then becomes our responsibility, and
number 2. connection uphill which involves expensive holding chambers and pumps, not to mention service contracts.
Not a piddling difference in cost, then. In fact mains connection sounds a waste of money and an in-convenience. On paper having a septic tank could slash the price.
I make that eleven unnecessarily childish toilet-based puns now, so I’ll log out. Twelve.
**PS. After a recent visit to a local heritage centre I found out that my chain with slats is indeed a conveyor belt-type part of farm machinery. Gold star for me.
Ours looks identical to the one on a Bamford “Clipper” Safety Chaff Cutter which was used for cutting straw into small pieces to be mixed into cattle food. Probably dates from around the 1890s which is 100 years younger than our barn.