Back again. More on the general state of play later, but for now, it’s shed time.
The garage is too dang small. We always knew it was too small: too small when we spec’d it out when I drove a Grand Voyager and now too small for the Tesla. Still too small for all the gardening, camping, sporting and building equipment, and definitely no swinging of cats at all. So,…. shed it is.
We’ve hired George and Olly to build a shed and plant some trees in the garden. Us being us, it’s not just any old store bought shed… We’re using some of the materials left over from the build for this and other parts in the back part of the garden, and because we’ll see the shed from every angle of the house, it’s got to look pretty nice. They’ll be here for a couple of weeks.
The walls will be red cedar and the fun part will be a green living roof.
Surprising how many moving pieces there are to a simple shed: composite beams on a concrete base, pent roof at < 10 degrees pitch for the living bit, windows of uPVC and small and high enough so no one can wriggle in and positioned in full view of the cctv camera, old water butt (that the builders put the hole in too high so is now redundant–I recall all those discussions with Tim: Don’t worry about the infill being too high, the water butt will fill anyway because not all the water would flow downhill into the pipe…..) placed under the roof using the house’s aluminum piping. It will be a pretty posh lawn-mower garage in the end.
Three of the specialist trees arrived a few weeks ago: two acer sango kaku for the front by the cars, and a huge almighty great big acer griseum for the back by the seating area. Our friends Paul and Kim have one in their garden bang centre of their garden, and it’s a beautiful beastie. This one will be quirky and weird with low hanging branches for hanging loads of neat things from. A quartet of silver birch along the back fence will see the heavy work done. Then I can get on with the fiddly flowery bits.
Chris and Chris work for George and Olly, they’re the guys on the tools, and they’re awesome. Communication between all of us is really good which makes the job go really smoothly. One of the Chris’s has a fitness company that he bookends around his landscaping work. He’s at http://yellowbrickfitness.co.uk/, if you’re in the Redhill area check him out! Both Chris’s have recently transplanted themselves to London and we’re glad to have them.
Now that the initial chin-scratching phase is over in setting up the framework, next week will see all the nice bits the sides of the shed all zipped up, the lovely green roof installed and the trees going in. Right in time for the beginning of Spring which Punxsutawney Phil says is due six weeks early this year–yay!
I’ve lost track of time a little. In the three weeks of radio silence since I’ve last posted, we’ve hired an additional contractor, work has begun on the post-flood remedial works, and we’ve hauled the family off to Turkey for a couple of weeks of sailing R&R. To make matters more unnerving this summer, three kids got exam results (two of these for university, so en famille might be minus a couple very shortly which severely affects my sense of being mum, but that’s another blog-worth of drama), and we’re still in Rental II with only about half our stuff. So everything feels a little un-grounded. Ben has run through the history of where we are for timing and legals, so I’ve been comparing his dates with the blog, and the two don’t match. We’re all a little exhausted from this 36 week job morphing into more of a commitment than any of us reckoned it would be.
But it will get finished.
The Official Drying Out was completed the week we went away. This was a great moment for Mike which meant that he could start getting on with some serious decorating.
A big welcome aboard to Shaun and his team. They’ve been tasked with building two bridges and a drive. Shaun works with Gary who is a neighbour on the estate and runs a high-end development firm. He was kind enough to fit us in this summer, so his job dovetails nicely with the timing set out by the insurers for remedial work to be finished in time for us move in mid-September. So far, their team includes Dimitru who runs the groundworks team, Pat the Foreman, and John who runs the paving-laying squad.
It’s a little weird to have two separate firms on board simultaneously, but it’s working out pretty well so far. There hasn’t been much overlap between the two as the house has dried out, and if Tim’s crew operates from the back of the house, Shaun’s gang can work at the front.
Diggers arrived onsite and they got cracking immediately.
Shaun’s team spent a lot of time levelling and setting out at first. Groundworks are a funny business: it always seems to take forever to set out, with earth moving from here to there and back again, but then the finished surface happens all at once. Ben came to site a few times a week while we were away, and he said that these guys were working hard every day. Even when it absolutely chucked it down, they simply put on their yellow macs and kept on at it despite tromping through mud all day.
The copper beech hedge we’d planted in 2001 was removed and carefully set to one side (thanks, Shaun!). I’ll try to rescue some of them, they’re hardy things, but I have to be prepared for buying new ones to span the two new sections.
Electrical ducting is a Big Deal. It’s expensive as well. We’ve got lines running underground for a car charging point, others for lights in the ground in three separate places, a spur running to future lights in the garden, and one more duct to the lamppost which requires routing under the second bridge that’s not yet laid out. To make it simpler and easier to deal with should a fault occur later, Shaun and Pat-the-foreman set out a central point where they join in a box. Great thinking.
The old pipe was excavated, the old single phase electrical supply was removed, the new bridges were built and the overall levels were agreed with Dave while we were away. I don’t have many photos of this period, but Ben and Shaun have helped out, and most of it is on the time lapse.
Part of managing the bridge building required pumping one side of the ditch to the other so we didn’t flood our neighbours.
One of the design items we took advice on and changed slightly was the angle to the drive at the street. The windward side (nearest the main street) has a smaller radius than the leeward side, so cars won’t cut the corner and decimate whatever we plant on the verge. They make an asymmetrical bridge, but it will look nice lined with the granite edging setts. Shaun and the guys guessed that we’d want this so they laid out extra concrete on the bridges to support it.
Although some decorating and replacement of doors and architraves was carried out in the house, most of the remedial work couldn’t be done until the flooring was laid. Only then can the skirting go on, and most of the redecoration could be finished. Predictably, we’re waiting on the electricians again, they’re a week late already, but they have been onsite a few times cutting in lights to the exterior and checking the wiring so we can get the electrics certified for building control.
Terry returned to replace the black ply soffits with oak. This was an expensive decision that I had doubts about, but Clinton called it, and you can plainly see that it is a big improvement and lightens up the porch and walkways.
We’ve got to measure the distances between light sockets in the bedroom because we suspect that the switch will now live behind the bed which will be awkward. Eventually, the hanging lights will be longer and adorned with some sort of pendant at some stage when we a) agree on one, and b) can afford it.
At long last, Gavin arrived and got started laying the boards straight away. It will take him into next week to set out the entire upstairs and the study. He will also have a look at some of the boards in the drawing room that need replacing while he’s here. Some boards in the Rustic variety have large filled knots that look incongruous with the rest of the really nice ones. The snagging allows for replacement of a few, and Ben and I spent a little time prioritising which ones to examine. The boards are the big thing that everyone on the remedial team has been waiting for because once they’re laid, the finishing and cleaning can begin.
The side fence also went up. It needs a little work and we’re discussing how best to improve it.
It takes a cast of many men to move the sand, edging and pavers to get it all looking nice. Edging went in first, and the haunching it sits on was set out at a consistent 45 degrees. The inside face of the edging stones are completely aligned, ready for the paving stones to sit in the sand on the drive side.
To get the levels right they lay and level steel poles in the sand on either side, then they drag a board across the poles.
The first stones were laid brick-bond in line with the middle edge that lies between the bridges. John and Pat suggested this is the longest line across the drive and the one that will draw the eye. I had originally wanted the stones laid in a Random Cluster pattern, but this wouldn’t work well with the falls required from the house to the road. To achieve a fall, each stone needs to sit ever so slightly stepped, but it’s millimetres over metres so you can’t really see it. If we’d laid on a slant, you’d see one single larger gap where the slope stars, and this would look stupid. Overall, laying this drive requires much more skill and forethought than I’d imagined.
Before Shaun’s team took a break over the bank holiday weekend, they managed to get a good chunk of the west bridge completed.
Gavin has done a great job in re-laying the floor throughout almost the entire first floor. Just a few thresholds, Gillian’s room and the study to go.
We’re almost there. There is a bunch of chasing from compriband around the windows to coordinating the electricians and plumbers to finish the underfloor heating, and we’ll be in. Can’t wait.
I had a minor surgical procedure a good few years ago which went all a bit pear-shaped in recovery. On speaking to the surgeon, who was a really nice chap despite my setback, it turned out that this particular complication was a one in a bijillion type of thing to happen. Really rare, definitely unexpected. He said then that in all his work, this sort of thing happened less than 1% of the time. But he also understood that despite the odds, it was still 100% of my experience. That’s a lot of responsibility to carry around as a person and a doctor. To his credit, he saw the whole thing through really well, all the while being proactive and keeping positive in analysing the problem, firmly believing that a good solution would gradually emerge. His attitude turned out to be pretty infectious (no pun intended) and a good learning experience in retrospect.
So, here we are in the midst of another less-than-1% experience. At least, I hope for the building industry it is! No one is happy about it, but onward we go, getting past the worst part which is seeing the nest we’ve built our family upended once again. Demolition was bad enough. I’m upset, but curiously not devastated at the damage done by the flood. It’s not seeing the tangible building wrecked that is gutting, it can and will be mended, it will just take about four more months. It’s more the emotional side that’s galling and the general disappointment that can’t be repaired in any speed but has to be ignored now and eventually left to percolate and dissipate over time.
We started this project with the family in mind, and the goal was to get this house to work effectively for all of us. Rather than have the nice shiny efficient home we’ve worked so hard for, the family is now shoe-horned into our third rental that the kids don’t feel a part of. It’s just like camping, kids, just with better plumbing!, says their ditzy mum. It must be very unnerving as a teenager to have your space dismantled and your parents all distracted 24/7. It seems like this project has taken ages to me (it has by anybody’s standards), but for a bit of perspective, we’ve been at this for a sixth of my youngest’s life, so it must seem horribly normal to her, and that’s not right. I suppose it will make them resilient in the end, but inwardly, I look to my surgeon from before for inspiration and try to be proactive and positive for the kids.
Keeping a smile on is taxing, but we’re quite upfront with the kids about what’s going on–there are no secrets or glossing-over of facts. We’re probably a little too free and easy with opinions around the dinner table, but as this project has eclipsed most of our social life, the build is kind of all we talk about now. It’s easy to be glib and remind them to appreciate that we’re fortunate to have the capacity to put a roof over our heads and food on the table. But this level of subsistence isn’t what we signed up for, in fact what we signed up for is completely the opposite. We tried to ensure that by having loads of tiers of management in place and work cross-checked by a host of professionals, that this sort of disaster would be avoided. In years to come, will I appreciate the house more because the journey has been more arduous? Will we chuckle ruefully as we look back on today’s drama? Or we will feel like just another couple of middle class ya-hoos getting too big for their boots and wading into seas where they shouldn’t be swimming in the first place? Whatever it is, there is no point having a moan, but it’s bloody hard to look at the lovely ruined walls and ceilings and not feel a little robbed that we were so close to living in it.
As a rule, I haven’t shouted anyone out in either a positive or negative way, just because I feel that this blog should be more a story where the House is the central character, and no one wants to read about my dirty laundry. But I feel compelled to give Andy Bald of Removals In Action five virtual stars for being completely awesome. Kevin, Kesta, Shaun, Simon and everyone on his team were total gentlemen and will have moved us five times when all this is said and done. This week the gang worked solidly for days moving us back and forth from rental to storage to another rental with stops to our friend’s house and to the new house to leave some logs in the garden. They’ve put up with me being emotional, 35° temperatures, and a constantly changing gameplan. Thanks, guys…. you’re incredible.
Equally as steady is Warren the Milky 07889 141395. Having milk delivered is a special treat and a cultural phenomenon that I’ve had the pleasure of supporting since I moved to the UK in ’91. Despite our recent vagabond existence, Warren has worked hard to keep the supply consistent for no benefit to himself. When we moved outside his patch into the first rental he found a colleague to continue our delivery seamlessly. It was a pleasure to move back near the house in the second rental and have him resume the service himself. Now, with this short term rental, he’s not only gone and found another colleague to deliver, but he’s given us his good wishes and looks forward to seeing us back in our old neighbourhood soon. Seems a completely unrelated thing to the house-build this whole milk thing, but he’s been delivering to the house for over 15 years plus the two we’ve been out, so it’s kind of a long-term relationship, and one that’s slightly odd because it’s all so ninja–I hardly ever see him! Thanks, Warren.
I apologise for leaving last week off the blog; in the midst of finding new digs and moving into them and it all feeling a bit chaotic. This week is better and we’ve found a path to tread again. The insurers have taken over the Drying Out Process which they say could take anywhere from 0 to 28 days. There are damp reports, forensic assessments, dehumidifiers, environmental teams and all sorts of experts introduced to this project and taking a look this week. Some damage is making itself evident a couple of weeks post-deluge as the underlying structure starts to dry, and even I can see these bits.
To catalogue a few of the areas as they’ve changed in the past fortnight….
But work continues, and although we were planning on moving in, I can’t really say that it was to a complete house anyway. We’d agreed with Tim that work would continue once we were in, and some important bits remained outstanding. Like the 1.25″ diameter water supply which was installed this week. The old pipes were lead, and the water company has a scheme for replacement (which is a little known fact), and they came to replace the house’s supply for free–hooray!
It turns out the supply runs alongside the road between it and the ditch, so there was no kango-ing of tarmac and far less fuss than expected. Phew
The Swedish-sauna oak soffits on the first-floor overhang went in all along the front and west side of the building. It’s all bright and sparkly now with Clive’s double coats of Osmo oil, which looks a little jarring next to the structural oak that’s been there for months, but it should grey out like the rest of building in time. Spencer will be back to install a lead strip around the west overhang so it’s completely watertight.
Shower screens went in and niche lighting is on. We’ve had a little trouble with the screen for the girls’ bathroom–it’s got a dippy kink in the wall which prevents fitting the screen flush with the edge of the tray, and it’s just plain too long leaving a slim 560 mm gap to get into the shower. We can’t do anything about the placement of the glass, but we can adjust it’s length. The catch is that the screen is made of special safety glass so it can’t simply be trimmed onsite. These things are jolly expensive, so it takes some nerve to say it’s not right. We’ve asked for a price on replacing it at this stage, and we’ll make a decision whether to change it or not depending on how astronomical it is.
Lots has happened on the outside of the house in the past few weeks.
The electricians will re-attend after the driveway is complete. There’s a day or so of work to put the car charging point in, wire up the coach light and run all the garden spots out to their respective beds. But for now, the wires will be left all coiled up on the side of the garage. Some will be on timers in the garage and others will be switched from the front door which is exactly like we had it in the old house.
The oak support for the garage overhang was mortared in with the rest of paving slabs. This post replaced the very large brick pier that was built first and then demolished when we discovered it left no room to move around it. The edges of the post are really square, and we’ve got to decide whether to chamfer off the corners–what do you think?
This kind of finishing work would have carried on regardless of the flood, and would have been happening even if we had moved in. The builders have been part of our lives for 65 weeks, and the house is pretty dang big compared to what we’ve been living in the past two years, so I’m sure we could have fit in the odd chippie or electrician during the move. But fortunately for them, they’ve had a chance to work unencumbered, and they’ll soon be clearing off to hand over to the environmental guys as part of the insurer’s package until it’s dry.
Pain is a funny thing. It gradually fades, and the weird bit is that you don’t notice it’s gone. I hardly think about my surgeon any more, but all sorts of thoughts have come to the fore recently. One day, this trauma won’t burn so bright, the technicolour will dim, and things will calm down. Looking forward to it.
There are a few teething problems, but I’m sure it’s nothing that won’t be overcome in time. The most imperative thing that needs a little attention is the presence of the hole that’s been drilled for the ducting. James had organised a massive 7″ core drill to be onsite for the job, but the work that was carried out didn’t use that tool, so we’ve got a preliminary hole for the moment. This will have a lovely grille over the front of it in a couple of weeks, and eventually it will be covered by hydrangea or otherwise. But for now, we don’t want any little beasties crawling in and making a home before we do.
Terry and Josh have been working hard on the stairs. There is an incredible amount of chipping, gluing, measuring and fitting involved. And inherently, there is a lot of up and down, up and down, so it must be tiring. The bottom steps were set into place and they look ever so graceful. We can actually use the stairs now, but they’re still covered up with protection, and I think James will keep the ladder up as long as possible to prevent boots from risking accidental chamfering off of the square nosings. It’s interesting to see the scaffolding morph into different positions as required during a working day.
The fiddly CNC’d secondary newel posts arrived as well, and Mike and Clive have covered them in a lovely coat of their favourite, Osmo. They look a bit lonely off the stairs, but they look great in the pdf files–can’t wait to see them go in.
Some of the floor on the landing doesn’t quite meet up with the oak. It is extremely difficult to foresee these join details in planning the house, and lots of these things will emerge in the coming weeks as we race towards the finish line. So today’s decision was to choose a wood detail to act as a mini-skirting. We could have a full-height skirting just like the rest of the house. Or, we could fit a cut-down bit of architrave of the same profile as the rest of the house, or even a tiny bull-nose piece of oak that joins the floor and the beam. Since the structural oak remains the most substantial feature of the build, and the goal is to expose as much of it as possible, we’ve gone ahead and chosen the bull-nose, but as low as possible so we don’t have to chop the dowels, and as thin as possible so it doesn’t look silly.
More site meetings, more baking. Ben’s been very patient with us over the time it takes to make these little decisions. Hopefully by the end of the project we’ll get the process dialled and each one won’t take so long. But for now, seeing bits and pieces in situ helps a lot, and sometimes this means climbing up ladders and holding bits of wood up to see how they look!
We finally bit the bullet and removed the oak collar on the clad sections in the master bedroom. Hands in the air, we fully admit to being over-enthusiastic with Neil when we designed the piece. Although the king-post and curved webs were awesomely built, and Terry, Josh and James spent a week installing it, we felt adding them was a decision made in haste so we asked them to take it down. I’m more than a little embarrassed about this decision, but it had to be done. Now it feels like we can breathe in the room.
The guys initially thought they’d have to take down a load of plasterboard and really fight with the screws that held the cladding to the oak. But in the end, they managed to cut the insulation and plasterboard in a nice straight line along some temporary battens put up temporarily alongside the cladding, and the oak was drilled out with a minimum of destruction. Very impressive. We now have to hang fire until Neil can manufacture the new cladding and get it to site. This stuff will be slightly thicker so it meets in the middle thereby covering up the central steel beam.
The sun is swinging around towards the front of the house during the day, and it belts in through the front bay in the afternoons making all sorts of lovely shadows and lines.
The bathrooms are getting tiled and painted, and the bedrooms are getting their dressing of trim in the skirting and wardrobes.
Next week will see the groundworkers returning. They’ll start on the patio around the back, and they’ll swing up to the side of the house before they hit the front. Then it’s the all-important bridges. Tony the structural engineer is putting the finishing touches on the design before issuing instructions to Tim and his team. The goal at the moment is to devote resources to the interior as much as possible and leave the drive until last.
Tim had the club tiles moved up another rung this week. It’s a tiny little detail, and it took a lot of effort to move everything up just one course, but we’re very grateful and it looks great–thanks, Tim!
We finished the week with a trip to Rye to visit Nick and see how the painting is coming on. He’s so accommodating and patient with our numpty questions, making us cups of tea, even talking about Gillian about her GCSE final piece and taking us for a tour of Rye Creative. It’s lovely to see the painting again and to have a little bit of input into the work. Gillian and Matt joined us, and after a lovely lunch at The Globe, we spent the afternoon wandering around Rye Harbour, dodging waves, looking for jellies and doing a spot of geocaching. The weather closed in near the end, and it was great to finally see Rye in a bit of sun for a while as in all the previous times I’ve been down there, I’ve been treated to a bit of horizontal rain and lashing gales.