Well, we got away with it this time. To give you an idea of the force of the blow, it was a longer version of the beam in the foreground of the bottom picture above and it fell from the top of the lean-to. I was walking it up a ladder and Oscar crept up behind me without my noticing. As I was walking the beam up the ladder, it came off at the other end and beaned little Oscar a perfect blow to the neck.
He was out cold, but there was still a heartbeat and he was breathing, so I put him onto the back seat of the car and the vet saw him exactly 20 minutes after the accident.
A Helm Lord has many responsibilities, Grasshopper.
If I had To Do The Same Again, I Would My Friend...[Mo0:0]
Love the first one, just like the Hobbit house in the LOR films and I spent four days living in a wooden chalet type house at Keilder similar to some on the second site when I did some gigs up there a few years ago, very compact but very comfortable.
As promised more pics of the build - i needed to get the first full height frame into place and I knew that this was going to be difficult. As things turned out, it was much more difficult than I had imagined! The whole 'H' contraction must have weighed over half a ton and was over 6m high.
Here, the H is on the ground where I built it, flat on the foundation.
Then I dragged it into position with the tractor.
and after much thought, lifted one side (gently) with the tractor.
and did the other (lighter) side by hand, using foundation blocks.
Er, now what?
Ah yes! Sticks!
Followed by longer sticks and a winch from the cross bar of the H to the cross beam of the rest of the construction.
The pull of the winch threatened to lift the rest of the construction off its feet, so a strategically placed tractor shovel was needed.
Even longer sticks
and some foundation blocks on the feet to stop it turning turtle.
Almost there, so I decided to remove some of the blocks - bad move!
It falls over. The weight of the winch was enough to pull the whole thing over. Fortunately nothing got broken.
After an inspiring beer break, I put the blocks back and push the whole thing back to where it was and then, when the two cross beams were the right distance apart (2.20m) I nailed home a couple of 2 x 4 beams to set the distance and stop any more mishaps. Then I 'shuffled' the feet of the whole thing to where they should be, using a large jemmy.
Almost there (again!) But this time, it worked. By 10pm, it was up and fixed and the light was beginning to fade.
Taken this morning, the uprights are in place and the sun is shining.
Fancy a joint?
You must wade many streams, before you are He who is at One with The Colour Purple, Grasshopper.
More diagonal noggins on the main roof. Climbing around up there and hanging off the roof, I felt quite like Jason Bourne. I even stopped using a ladder and climbed the fame.
Most of the wood has been treated, but some has not, so I shall be treating the whole lot again, once the frame is finished and the roof can go on and the walls get nailed into place. Given the scale of the bloody thing, I'll get a nail gun!
Building work resumes - but more of that in a moment.
I went to pick up a rescue dog, Sam, a very sick Great Dane. He had been dumped on a kennel that specialises in Great Danes. The proprietor is truly eccentric and is building what she calls 'Dane Henge'. Here is Dane Henge so far -
And here is the shed-studio-workshop with attendant dogs
And here is the rescued dog (extremely thin!) in question -
Anyway, here are pics of the new second floor sub-structure, done over the weekend -
The new GSD (Olly) who is also a rescue dog, has really screwed up badly, by attacking the new Great Dane, Sam. Sam may have been very, very ill, but Olly is just no match for him and after five full-blown fights, Olly is full of bruises, ripped fur, a ripped ear and a badly damaged ego!
GSDs may think that they are the big, bad boys in the kennel world, but at our place, they are the smallest and right down the bottom of the pecking order. That must take some getting used to, but then all GSDs I have had, have tried it on with the largest male Great Dane around. And they have always lost. Otto (pictured next to the saw mill and since died of a heart-attack) was having to dance the waltz after having a run in with Bart, who was really big. It's a GSD-male thing!
The top of one of the main vertical supports. Cut by hand - that took a while, but I didn't fancy climbing about 20' up with a chain saw!
A couple of sticks to go, and I'll have topped out!
The roof materials have been ordered and paid for and should come sometime next week, all I have to do now is get those last few sticks in and bang on the bloody roof - and then I can build the wall-cladding.