ShedWords

As autumn is swiftly crushed in winter’s icy grasp and I am secure in the protection of our new home, I thought it would be a good time to reflect on life in the barn so far.   There are many aspects to share about this new way of life, not to mention how we got here, but more of that to come in later posts.     Right now the barn is talking to me, so that’s where I’ll begin. Up on a hill and parallel to a brook, our barn overlooks the rolling hills and valleys that lead to Powys Castle.   Over 100 years old with a slate roof and timber frame half of our home is built of 2ft thick stone walls and half of timber cladding.   Inside, all the rooms have exposed beams, rafters or purlins.   That’s a lot of wood.   Wooden beams are alive, they shift, expand and contract conversing with you through creaks that denote a change in temperature or the force of the wind.   They have character; some are straight and true whilst others stoically bear the weight of the building scarred by t