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Rubble Trench |
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Trench and floor![]() |
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Guy and Harriet - post wackerplate ![]() |
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Stone wall ![]() |
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Path wall |
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Harriet and lime mortar![]() |
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Owen and Guy - happy stone masons!
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Guy and Harriet in situ in their beautiful stone wall
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Clement and the beginnings of a cob wall
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Guy itching to stamp some cob
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the new team after a hard days cobbing
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volunteer weekends inspired dozens of new cobbers
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we found cob girls to be small...
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and large...
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just like a cob loaf in the oven, the wall rises (thanks for the neat pointing Jim)
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preparing for the straw bales (very carefully!)
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and staking the first one on
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Rob 'thumbing' the wall
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Will on the wall! ![]() |
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Emilie Butcher does her thing
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Growing heros! Using up waste whenever possible
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Clem's organic cubby holes built into the wall
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Corbelling an arch for the 'gnome door'
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And taking out the framework
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the studio from a tree
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Chris plastering the straw bales
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Sarah and her ingenious anti-cob-hair device
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Through the front door
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Ridge beam waiting to go up
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And it's up! With reclaimed antique pine rafters ...
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which change colour in the light
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And courtesy of Andre ...
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The back of the house is boarded!
with the front completed soon after
and suddenly we were on a roll! with a box section
filled with sheepswool
covered with membrane
and put to bed for winter (it'll be going green next spring)
meanwhile down below, more artistry was taking place. A cob book shelf
a toasty rocket stove and bench
and some beautiful linseed oiled window frames
and suddenly our little mud hut looks like a magnificent building
especially early in the morning
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It has been a busy few months of roofing, cobbing (yes it seems that there is ALWAYS more cob to be done) and thanks to our committed troupe of full-time and part time helpers, there is always someone prepared to do the unthinkable... wash gravel every day for a week
and keep smiling!
mix cob in December
work by lamplight with tornados spinning outside
cast aside macho facades to feel sheepswool against their bare cheeks
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