Off and out with the old skin....

Sometimes, only a series of pictures will do.

This is the beginning of demolition to the outside skin of the house. See those nice fluffy clouds?
Watch them through the rest of the series of pictures, and you'll know how our summer went....




You can really see how round our place is, in this picture. Our slave is posing on the top of the house.











Both master and slave, ripping and tearing. My, those clouds are getting biggish, aren't they?















And more shingles go the way of all good things. Clouds beginning to threaten...














And now, even the master realizes it's time to get in out of the rain. (OK, so it's not raining. Not yet. But trust me, it was getting close.)










So, we moved inside.





We started at the highest point of the house, in the loft.

Notice the plastic we'd put up to protect the rest of our house from dust, etc. We honestly thought it would help. Ah, we were babes in the woods, weren't we?










And more of the inside skin, disappearing. See the black bits of nastiness on the wood? That would be water damage... One of the big reasons why we decided to do what we were about to do.










And then we get down to the main floor. Yes, we were tearing out all the outside walls.














And here we replaced a couple of triangles of plywood. If I'd been quicker on the draw (in other words, taking pictures instead of working) I could have caught the outside streaming inside. Just sunshine at this point, but in the days that followed, rain would follow the sun.

And the wind. And hail, and thunder and lightning.

As you can see, some of my plants are still upstairs in the loft. What you CAN'T see is all my books, still in their bookshelves, all over the place up there. This was one of our "labour saving" ideas that still haunts me to this day. However, we had almost all of the inside skin gone, and were working diligently on the outside.

Now, the outside we were working on a little more carefully than the inside. We had decided that we would remove sections, and replace them with the metal bonded to insulation. H had everything set up in the Garagemahal, because, of course, every one of those metal sheets had to be cut into triangles, then transported to the top of the house, and attached. Because, you see, we had to make certain that no more rain made it into our house than absolutely necessary.

Yeah. Right.