The life of a class traitor and peripatetic scouser.
I seriously considered getting a skill as a thatcher some years ago.There are loads of thatched houses round here, and a dearth of thatching companies, and I just like the idea of using a natural product like Norfolk reeds to change a house from concrete tiles!I'm glad you have a local like that, Thud! No doubt, a few tinctures will surpass when it is finished, and please give the Landlord the kind regards of an ageing Southerner...
How long will that take?
James, about a week depending on how fancy the ridge ends up.
That's the old pub now a house, which was given a gradeII listing last year, interesting area, further down the lane some old WWII army buildings was a heavy anti aircraft gunsite protecting Liverpool, also had at one time an old 1950s Royal Observer Corps nuclear bunker, I believe it's been filled in , plenty of fishing lakes around that way as, was down that way yesterday to Hooton to catch a train to James Streetand today on our way to Hoofield/ Beeston and that way tomorrow to Ellesmere Port
When I was a boy in the 1950s I used to help an uncle to harvest hazel rods to cut to length, split and sharpen to make spars ( the wooden 'hair grips' used to hold down the thatch and liggers) for the local thatcher. The thatcher was also the local barber and once every few weeks there would be a queue of village men and boys one evening or Sunday morning chatting smoking and waiting their turn to sit in the doorway to his little shed. The first time I went he selected the sheep shear type implement they use for cutting the straw*, caused a bit of concern on my part until he swapped them for his scissors.* Long straw thatch here in the West Country, it has a different look about it to the reed thatching which has crept in recently.
Nice...I'll have a look next month :)
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