I might have to drop the Roman numerals and use something else. Because this damn shed is going to take months.
I have, however, reduced the side of the hole and pointed the first wall.
The hole must remain a little longer; I need an additional 90 degree pipe bend.
Since the stove for the shed arrived a few days ago, a hole needed to be made in the wall. Sadly, the hole didn’t quite work out as I’d planned.
So, the shed wasn’t supposed to have eyes. The stonework was in worse condition than I’d expected and … well … I might have started in the wrong place.
Yes, the hole on the right, or the left below, wasn’t supposed to be there.
It kindof looks more like a face (an owl?) from the outside.
Anyway, the stove pipe now meets the outside world.
And some stone has been reinstated. I need to let it harden before finishing it it off. Perhaps on Sunday.
This could possibly be my next project.
The new shed looks a lot better now it’s been painted.
We could only fit in a 6×4 shed; anything else would have been too imposing. Looking at the two sheds together, the old one is pretty much three times the size of the new one.
In other news from the garden, the pair of woodpigeons are nesting in the tree again.
We have a new shed.
Next to the old one. A man can’t have enough sheds.
Thinking positively, I’ve finished the interior of the shed roof.
And primed it for one distant day in the future when the walls will be finished.
Alas, that day has slipped even further away than I’d planned. It seems that the damp-proofing of a couple of years ago wasn’t a huge success.
I’m now tasked with removing all of the two-year-old plaster from the offending wall (at least) and starting again.
I’d always suspected that more laborious solutions would be needed, but I was fooled by the lack of obvious damp in the shed.
It’s a shame that I can’t retrospectively sue the philanthropist (according to the internet) who built the estate behind our house. You’d have thought that the fact that we live on (almost at the top of) a stupidly steep hill would have discouraged further development, but the solution appears to have been to level-off the ground. Which resulted in our shed becoming something of an underground cavern.
Sadly, since the neighbouring houses arrived at the turn of the last century, it’s somewhat late to be lodging a complaint.
My desire to restore the shed might seem irrational. But it’s a lovely (damp) thing (with a new ceiling).
It’s raining, but I’m in the shelter of my (developing) man cave.
It’s been many years since I’ve used loft insulation. But I recall how horrible it was to handle and wasn’t looking forward to putting some in the shed.
Developments in insulation have clearly passed me by though; the recycled plastic variety we bought last night is itch-free and great to handle.
Unfortunately, doubling up has left me with a shortfall and I’ve had to stop for the day.
Finally made a start.
After an exhausting tent cleaning exercise, we’ve had a trip to B&Q to purchase wood, plaster, insulation and concrete blocks.
All but the latter are for the interior of our shed. The shed, which isn’t really a shed, is a twice abandoned project. Work discontinued two years ago because the plaster (covering the damp proofing) refused to dry out.
Having entered the shed a couple of weeks ago, for the first time in a year, I noticed that the plaster appeared to be dry. With some time on my hands this week, I thought it wise to resume work on my future brewery.
A stove has been ordered too, arriving later in the week. As shall our new shed. A real shed, constructed from wood, not stone.
I believe I’ve earned a rest.
