Rivers Joinery

Jasmin Cottage, Totnes. Early 19th century grade 2 listed with later extensions. Masonry ground floor and timber frame first floor. Investigation of cracks in external, portland, cement render below and around upper left window. 

In a meeting with the lime renderer, it is discussed that it would be better to plan for removing an 8'/2.4m strip of cement render, around the window and down to the overhang above the downstairs window. This should facilitate examination and repair of the timber frame and subsequent re-rendering in lime. Obviously, it would be better to be re-rendering the whole elevation in lime, but there are financial constraints for the owners. Making some of this wall more breathable is taking this building in the right direction. A conversation with South Hams Conservation agrees this course of action.

It would seem sensible to go slowly with removing the render, as we really have no idea what lies beneath. A heat sensitive camera has been used but that has revealed nothing about the timber frame; there are no differences in surface temperature, across the wall.

The cracks.

Keyhole surgery.

It becomes clearer why the heat camera is showing us nothing. There is render, EML expanded metal lath (badly corroded), then tar paper/sarking then battens, then the frame with tightly packed fibreglass insulation in between. Gypsum plasterboard on the inside; perfect conditionsto rot the frame. That's a 3" screwdriver up to the hilt.

Oh dear, oh dear! Fortunate that Rivers Joinery are here.

 Who knew there was a wolf hiding in this elm tree in the back hedge? Call of the Wild.

We've been mostly saving old buildings recently. More of that later. We've had a storm raging here for the past two days, and I've been hunkered down, reading about Elm Timber Framing. We have several Elm stumps in the back hedge around 12" diameter. The previous owner had cut them off at 3' high, so they were neither coppiced or pollarded. They have suckered and new saplings are growing up and as we also have ash, that so far has not succumbed to the dieback, I want to help the ash, so I have cut the elm stumps off to the ground, as they will probably sprout again, and who knows maybe one day soon Dutch Elm Disease will have run it's course, and they might make it to maturity.

I have never made anything from elm, so this afternoon I started roughing out a bowl in the covered way. It is far from green now, but I had no problem, making progress with my Dave Budd bowl adze. It never seems to go blunt!

The book by Robert Somerville is a very interesting read.

The most striking thing he introduces is the variety in appearance of Elm trees. I used to live in Brighton, which is a haven for the Elm, but it seems that there may be many more around than the public perception acknowledges, according to Robert. I know of two giants locally, but maybe I'm not looking closely enough, because I mainly have eyes for oak.

Elm is known for it's interlocking grain; the reason it was used for the nave, or the hub of a wooden wheel. I remember visiting Mike Rowland carriage makers maybe 15 years back. They had a stack of nave sized chunks of elm on the outside of their workshop, seasoning. This stump, though, is perfectly straight grained, or maybe I might not have been able to cleave it.

Devon is a wet place. External timber suffers. Sometimes it needs replacement, sometimes repair. This roof was letting in water and the timbers rotten, so replacement with new chestnut purlins. We had just finished for the day and got it covered, when the first raindrops fell. Useful for the next morning, to be able to keep working, under. Hail tarpaulins!

Here's one we fixed earlier. This box sash was about as bad as it gets before complete replacement is necessary. We always try to save as much historic fabric as possible. This window (and wall it is in) has always been up against it, the ground outside is 4ft up the side of the house. The wall/window have to deal with penetrating damp AND runoff from the concrete ground surface outside. It's not possible to lower the ground level as it's public. We replaced the cill, half the inner face of the boxes and the cheeks. A new sash, added a lb. or two to the weights, new cords and brushed parting beads. Re-purried other sash and painted. Removed silicon and sealed around frame with lime mortar. Similar to next window. Proper job.

Look after the pennies and the pounds will take care of themselves. Every small part of a building should be well maintained to protect the whole thing and preserve it for posterity. Replacement door cill and scarfed in jamb ends, in oak.

So, fifteen years trading this week. Fifteen years since I was made redundant from my yurt-making job. The road has been bumpy at times, there has been much handtool (and machine tool) use, and many opportunities for patience. 

I loved making the yurts; the steambending, the wheel-making, the tying of the trellis, the assembly into a living space. Although to be honest, losing my job, a month after my daughter being born, was the best thing that ever happened to me!

Self-employment is not for everyone. Luckily, I come from a long line of Yorkshire farmers....

used to turning their hands to 'owt' (anything) and doing it 'thissen' (yourself). They worked the land with horses and resisted mechanisation. Something which may have been their undoing; the farm had gone by the time I was born.

 My great-grandfather John Bayes; outstanding in his field!

It's my grandfather Arthur, that gave me my love of hand tools (that's him laying the hedge above). A gentle man whose hands were never still; when not doing things agricultural he could be found in his workshop, carving toys, making rocking horses, weaving corn dollies, making rag rugs. His shed was an aladdin's cave of chisels, rounding planes, drills, all manner of tools that I would gaze on in wonder.

My father too (the first to not be a farmer, he was a photographer) was always building or making something; darkrooms after darkrooms for silver iodide shenanigans. It was he who first taught me to use a saw and an axe safely, when I was knee high to a grasshopper.

And used a few power tools when expedient. I love hand tools, but sometimes it just makes no sense not to 'mechanize'.

And with occasional help from the next generation, my son Arthur (my grandfeather's namesake).

And who knows, maybe Bethany, in a few years.......her middle name is River, after all. Here's to another fifteen years of trading!