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Cob: Quiet Listkathryn marsh kmarsh at iol.ieThu Sep 27 14:29:35 CDT 2001
> >If anyone has read this far :-)...can you tell me if I use boiled >linseed oil on >the poplar (they will be stripped of bark and allowed to dry over the winter), >do you think that would help to preserve them a bit? > Some fifty years or so my grandparents lived in an A frame wattle and daub cottage in the English fens - the house is alas now gone in the fifties zeal to demolish the unhygienic but the relevant points of the construction are as follows. The house was believed to have been built (from evidence in manor rolls etc) some time in the late 12th/early 13th centuries. The surrounding land was peat which was only finally fully drained in the early 20th century although water rose half way up the walls in the floods of 1947 and 1953 to my knowledge. Demolition revealed that the oak A frame timbers at each end had each been floated on a cowhide filled with melted tallow. About two feet of pea gravel had been laid over the peat before the timber frame had been put in. At some time an oak central post (18 inch diameter tree) into which the spiral staircase leading to the attic floor was pegged (probably 15th century judging by the construction techniques in the attic floor) had been added. This had simply been sunk through the gravel and had rotted right through when I was a child so that the staircase was actually suspended from the floor timbers above - a very unnerving experience for a small child going to bed as it swung freely from side to side and had no hand rail! The rest of the construction was a double willow wattle construction with clay infill and daubed and whitewashed coating inside and out. Almost three feet thick at the base tapering to 12 inches at the eaves. My grandparents were very careful about the maintenance of the whitewash for obvious reasons. On occasion the coating would be damaged and some of the cob would crumble, sometimes revealing sound willow wattle and sometimes falling into holes right through. When the latter happened it was my grandmothers practise to stuff the hole with crumpled newspaper and fill in with more clay brought from the banks of the nearest dyke where it was regularly dredged out to keep the drainage open. She then simply whitewashed over as soon as it was dry. Worked fine for seven or eight hundred years. Had better U values than the 1940 mass concrete that forms the core of our present home too. Especially with goose down beds and quilts. kathryn
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