Week Twelve - Truss Me, I'm a Doctor

The frame continues to undergo major surgery, with many a transplant and prosthetic . Here's what I believe is a pegged mortice joint. According to the latest thinking, this should really be classified as joinery. But it's big and you'd get a splinter off it, so I'll call it carpentry.

The Archaeological survey carried out as part of the original planning application conjectured that the the whole barn had been moved, lock stock and barrel at some time in the 19th century. Apparently a local landowner wanted the farm it stood on to be converted into parkland surrounding the mansion he was building for himself. And in those days whatever the landowner wanted, the landowner got, provided he could pay for it. No way the Planners of today would allow such a sacrilege ... at least ... Well, anyway. There is some evidence from the markings in the frame that it has been dismantled and re-assembled at some point in its' life.

Our builder explained that they used Roman Numerals and straight lines because you can make those kind of marks with a hammer and chisel. Cool huh?

The king post in the roof of the south projection has been repaired with a new, old, piece of timber.

On the bricklaying front the north and central projections have been rebuilt. Next stage will be to face them with reclaimed bricks. We're running low on bricks reclaimed from the barn itself so will have to buy some new, old, ones from a local reclaim yard.
There's a theory that the entropy in the universe is running down as things decay, cool down and become increasingly disorganised. I see reclaim yards as reverse entropy engines. Maybe somewhere at the end of time there will be a ginormous reclaim yard flogging off galactic detritus to super beings engaged in converting disused solar systems to residential accomodation for themselves.

One of the issues that has cropped up this week concerns the east cart door and the window above it. The design currently appears to take no account of the existing lintel over the door or the studs above it. If we put in the window as designed the lintel would run smack across the middle and the studs would not line up with the mullions. Basically there'd hardly be any clear glass at all. We've decided to change the design a bit - lifting the upper window above the lintel and having just a single pane of glass. That way you'll get to see the studs through the window - which I rather like the idea of - and at least there will be some clear glass for light to get in.

The east cart door opening

One aspect of a barn conversion which makes it difficult to do the planning, scheduling and budgeting normally associated with a building project, is the discovery from time to time of gremlins. This frequently takes the form of timbers in apparently good nick turning out to be rotten to the core on closer inspection. Mercifully we haven't had too much of that, but this week we had a good one. To be honest the main truss across base of the south projection didn't look too healthy from below, but we weren't prepared for what was discovered when the guys came to replacing missing and decayed rafters which bear on that truss. First off the truss is softwood - we thought it was hardwood, oak. But more significantly it was severely wormed, and rotted at both ends due to years of water ingress. Now, with an oak beam it can look severly wormed but still be perfectly sound. That's because the worm cam only penetrate the relatively thin layer of sapwood on the outside of the beam and the core, the heartwood, is still intact. Not so for softwood. We could have asked the builder to put in a couple of his magic scarf joints, one at each end, to replace the rotten bits. But since the rest of the truss was suspect we decided to bite the bullet and order up a new piece of green oak.
The rotten truss with its dovetail jointed end

Dead truss

New green oak truss in place supporting the existing and new rafters.

All trussed up

New truss with its dovetail joint.

And finally here's how it looks from the outside. Doesn't seem to have changed much in weeks, but that's because there's loads going on under the surface. Honest. At least that's what I keep telling myself. Keep the faith brothers and sisters. Keep the faith. Just hang on in there.