Showing posts with label Home. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Home. Show all posts

Wednesday, 12 September 2018

Message in a Bottle

Life has been busy, time sparing, and progress slow. But mysteries have gradually unfurled themselves from the unyielding walls, and a message in a bottle seemed as good a reason as any to post an update. This is the second discovery I've made behind the walls, the first a bookcase built into the chimney breast, concealed by a piece of plasterboard in what is to be Moth's bedroom. 



More recently we've been working on the living room, stripping the old plaster back to the scratch coat and brushing a bond coat across the surface in the hope that someone will then come and replaster the walls for us. When I had finished my tasks for the evening, I decided to pry back the panel of plasterboard, stuck to the left of the fireplace that has always looked grotesquely out of place. We felt sure there must be something in behind because whenever we tapped it, there came a distinctly hollow echo.


The plasterboard came away without protest, as though it knew it didn't really belong there, to reveal a decorative alcove. But the biggest surprise lay within the alcove: an empty bottle of non-alcoholic fizz, distinctly labelled: "Message in a bottle". My heart was beating with anticipation as I called Sewel through to share my find. Our suspense increased as we paused to photograph our excavation before investigating further. Finally, I slipped out the scroll of paper concealed within the bottle and read. 


We had in our hands, not a clue to hidden gold alas, but words of greeting and encouragement from the previous owner, perhaps an even greater treasure. I shared the details of my discovery on Facebook and piqued the excitement and intrigue of a great many friends, who were delighted to hear a real-life account of something we only tend to read about in storybooks. But for me it's a comfort to know that our predecessor will approve of our renovation work as we transform the house into our family home. And it's a wonder to think that we will become a part of the history of this building, and somehow leave our mark on the place.

Friday, 13 October 2017

Space to Breathe


I don't have to go far these days to find fields and open spaces. I can see them from the upstairs window, abundantly green and beckoning. Beautiful views are to be found just around the corner, or down the road. There's always somewhere to walk when escape is needed. I am writing again because the inspiration is all around me, no longer drowned out by an urban landscape,

Local traffic passes our front window, but at less of a frequency than it did before; the by-pass diverts the rest. At the back of the house we could be anywhere. 

Our home has a long way to go, but as I take in the beautiful mess before me I see the potential. I close my eyes and see the home we're going to make it into. By the end of the month, the asbestos will be gone and the bare walls will lie in wait of our vision. 

Here is my haven. I've finally found the space to breathe. I love this place.