#Oak Timber Frame Houses

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TF 141 x Reader (Apocalypse!AU)

Immune: Thirteen

WARNING: This is a 18+ Poly!141 series (MDNI)

CW: Allusions to panic attacks, excessive gore, fluff with Simon at the end <3

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All you could feel was burning.

Your lungs were aflame, sucked into your ribs with every gruelling indent. Your thighs were worn down, almost skinned to the bone, oozing wounds of blood and puss pooling at your knees as you heaved, scraping past thorned bushes.

The trees felt alive, clawing at you with pointed wooden talons, the prickle of sharpened sticks tearing at exposed flesh. Swollen feet met tar, the eldritch smell of a metallic tang consumed you, rotting away in every sense as you panted.

Your skin was like leather, worn down and bleak as your body collided against the abandoned roads, the slaughtered sound of the walking dead nearing with every passing frame. The sight of them was familiar, only mangled now.

You weren’t sure what had happened.

All you remember is how it started.

The day was darker than usual, consumed by an epiphany of greying clouds. The rumble of thunder stalked your every move as you committed to your daily rounds, your heart smouldered by the grief that had caught up to you.

They had all smiled at you as they welcomed you with breakfast. Why did Gaz seem different? Was he ill? You shook it off with a smile.

Why did you shake it off with a smile?

Your stomach was hot now, a building sensation of nausea washing over you as you tended to your garden. You locked eyes with Soap, his own staring back with a darkened hue of blue, any surrounding white slowly turning into a bleak red. Was he tired? You would lecture him about sleeping earlier later.

You felt caged in as you entered the house once more, kicking off your over-worked shoes with a grunt as you headed for the sink, desperate to scrub off the caking dirt that stuck to your fingers.

Gaz was sweating now, droplets of milky residue working down his forehead as he coughed, spluttering into the palms of his hands. His skin turned a ghastlier shade by the time you faced him, his hands shaking before the rest of him followed suit, his body convulsing as it clattered onto the floor.

Your voice was mousy as you called out, your limbs plastered together as you overwatched Ghost press two fingers to his neck, chasing a pulse that wouldn’t come.

The timber that held the house felt weaker now, almost rotten, as it clattered under your feet.  It was crumbly, squeaking under you with every step as you heaved in what felt like mould.

Where was your gun?

You could hear Soap calling out to you, his voice nasally, almost inaudible as he choked on his accent before it turned to blood, his uvula dangling at the back of his throat with every metallic form of discharge from his lungs.

You were in your bathroom now, the tap running with what seemed like extra force as the drain clogged, murky water soon flooding the kitchen as you pounded at the door, rattling with the rusted knob. Your feet were drenched as you kicked in the wilted timber, the frame clattering under you as you climbed through the formed hole you had made, a wooden shard catching onto your forearm with a drag, a pained wince leaving your mouth as you clutched onto the wound.

Everything felt blurred, almost like you were stuck in slow-mo. You could feel Price’s shoulder under your fingers, his skin cold. Why was his neck bleeding? Your touch was soggy now, a familiar squelch sounding from under you as greying eyes met yours.

His grip was strong, holding you onto the breaking floorboards with every snarl, your skin tearing as you were pulled along wilted frames, the oak crumbling under your shoes as you cried. Price’s hands were at your stomach, clawing at the breaking skin with rotting claws.

You could hear your blood thumping as you kicked at his drooping frame, the bones in his legs tumbling into his ligaments as he clattered to the floor. You were dragging yourself to the door now, the grumble of corroding mouths swarming you as you trailed a bloodied path to your frame.

How did you make it to the forest?

The grass mocked you as you watched it die, the blades sphacelating with every step you took. Your hands were on your abdomen, clutching onto the open wound as blood spluttered, your grip pushing against the seeping organs that writhed against you.

Your vision had turned orange now, any welcoming colours forgotten as you pushed against a shrub with your shoulder. The sweet berries you used to eat now turned poisonous as you mewled into the air.

Your throat was closing in now, curling against your oesophagus as your hands pushed into your mouth, pressing into the back of it as you gagged, forcing bile across the ground as you heaved.

Why did you stop clutching your stomach?

You were on the road again. Your trail had gotten stronger as you skinned your knee against the blackened pavement. You felt your eyes close, fluttering to an abnormal silence as your lids ceased any light.

Everything was static now. Why couldn’t you open your eyes? Greedy hands pulled at your flesh, a searing pain moulting into your chest as festering digits tore at your insides, digging through your organs with a tug before holding them to degraded teeth.

You could feel them at your neck, tapping against your skin with uncertainty. Your mouth was parted open, the skin from your lips torn as you attempted to scream only to be consumed by one’s hand.

They were pushing down your throat now, scraping along sensitive walls. Your lungs were drowning, your nose heaving as you attempted to breathe before infested fingers held them closed.

Your eyes were open now, looking down in desperation. There was a strange indent against your chest, tugging and pulling at the veins that penetrated beneath the surface. You could see fingers now poking from inside you, rotting talons digging through the flesh before they pierced the exterior.

How were you still alive?

Greedy hands ripped at your ribcage, snapping your bones like measly twigs. It was red-hot pain everywhere. Your brain stopped thinking, overwritten by the intense agony that writhed through you.

You weren’t breathing. Your lungs were empty. They were mouthing something to you now, their lips consumed by gore. Why can’t you speak? Why can’t you hear? Hands were by your head, pressing along your scalp tenderly as bloodied fingers dyed your hair. Your eyes were wide, begging for sanity.

Your body was emptied now, the residue of beating organs trailed along the road. Your heart was spluttering inside someone’s stomach. Fingers toyed at your scalp, dragging along your forehead with a permanent indent.

You mourned the last of you, your brain repeating the words ‘you’re dead’ in a constant stream. Or was that your own voice? The faces around you were a blur now, their bodies melting into the tar as a swarm crowded you. Your eyes blurred as you took in the faces around you.

They were all you.

Your body was writhing against the sheets, a strum of sobs tearing through you as your teeth tucked into your lips, drawing blood. Simon was fast, his hands resting against the side of your head as he guided you back to reality.

Your voice cracked as you screamed out, shoving him away as you sucked in a breath.

“Sweet’art, you were having a nightmare, you’re okay. It’s just me.”

“S-Simon?”

Your voice was hoarse, stripped from all moisture as you pressed against your stomach, looking down at your perfectly fine frame.

“I’m sorry,” you mewled, finding your voice as you swiped the sweat against your forehead. The Lieutenant was harder to see in the dark, but you could make out the softness in his eyes.

“Don’t have to apologise. I get them too.”

Your brows raised momentarily before you smiled at him, holding your hand out as he grasped onto it. He paused for a moment before he held it to his chest. He was warm.

It was subtle but you could feel it. He could feel it too.

“When they used to get bad, I used to search for my heart and feel the beat. Reminded me that I was okay.”

“I can feel it,” you whispered, trailing your hand up his chest before it met with the apple of his cheek.

“I can feel you too.”

[simstorian-blog]

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World Map: San Myshuno

Area: Spice Market – Old Salt House

Lot Size:  30 x 30

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4 Apartments: 2 bedrooms, 1 bathroom, washer/dryer per unit

1 Townhouse: 4 Bedroom Suites, 6 Baths, 2 Half Baths, A Sauna, Indoor Pool, Gym, Office Space, Entertainment/Hosting Floor

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Our new Modernism Beyond Metro-Land guidebook features many architects, working in a variety of styles and materials. Walter Segal’s work is unique among them for its focus on self building and use of timber. The borough of Lewisham was the first place to embrace his ideas, which have subsequently spread around the suburbs and beyond. 

After a number of years designing small projects such as houses, flats and offices, largely in brick, Segal began to explore timber construction with a temporary annexe whilst his house in Highgate was being rebuilt, devising a self build system using widely available and low cost materials, in standard units. He saw how anybody could use the system to construct their own homes, and via the anarchist writer and architect Colin Ward, found a sympathetic reception at Lewisham Borough Council. They eventually allowed him some land to start building in Forest Hill, constructing 7 homes in what would be named Segal Close.

Other houses were built in Ormanton Road and Longton Avenue, Sydenham and Elstree Hill, Ravensbourne, all using the Segal method and producing houses built with timber frames and infill panels. Another plot of land was given over for self building in Honor Oak Park, where 13 two-storey timber houses were completed in 1986, and the street named Walter’s Way. 

The borough’s own architects department also took inspiration from Segal's ideas, with the scheme at Brockley Park, next to Segal Close, designed by Geoffrey Wigfall, using mono pitched homes built in brick and finished with timber cladding and grass roofs. Some of the houses feature “pods” at the front, to be used for extra living or storage space, and the estate is grouped around a large green space. 

Segal passed away in 1985 but his ideas persisted with self build projects appearing all around the capital's suburbs, with collaborator Jon Broome continuing the philosophy with his own practice Architype. Self-built projects can be found at Headway Gardens in Walthamstow, Parish Gardens in Greenwich, Eridge Green Close in Bromley and opposite Segal Close in Brockley Park, as well as at many other sites around the suburbs. Walter Segal’s self-build houses will have an extended section in our Modernism Beyond Metroland guidebook, now at 94% of its crowdfunding total. Get your copy here https://unbound.com/books/modernism-beyond-metro-land/

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Gostinica brvnara (wooden guesthouse), Čardak

Lazac, Serbia

Lazac is a small town in Šumadija, a hilly region south of Belgrade, dotted with small farms and areas of woods (šuma). Farmsteads consist of a small house (kuća) and various outbuildings, and sometimes a two-story guesthouse called a čardak. This is the Radojčić family čardak, built with a sturdy oak base, timber and bondruk (frame and infill) upper-level construction, and clay-tiled roof. At the upper level, a wood-enclosed gallery is a foyer to the enclosed guest room. The ground level space is used for storage, often of the farmer's prized plum brandy. (photo 1991)

[bisquid]

What are bricks if not fancy mud?

Part of me genuinely wants to have a thatched roof on my tiny house for one very important reason: it should be possible to grow it for free. "Oh but you have to reroof it every couple of years that's going to be so expensive!" Not if all I have to do is cut some grass and osiers and then climb a ladder. We need to get the roof here retiled and the scaffolding costs alone for that are astronomical.

The main reason it's not really feasible is because the skill has become so rare it costs an arm and a leg to even be able to learn how to thatch your own roof! Also there are probably all sorts of hoops to jump through to get planning permission for such.

I'm considering building a shed out of wattle and daub and figuring out how to thatch that, just for the practice! (I do not want a house made of wattle and daub; it might be free but it's also a nightmare to maintain in Scottish weather).

There are all sorts of things all over the world - from building materials to clothing design to cuisine - that have been replaced with 'better' versions, only they're not actually better, they're one or more of (and this is not an exhaustive list): cheaper to produce and/or purchase, more lucrative for the local colonial power, easier to transport, better in its place of origin but unsuited to other places, an historical (and sometimes entirely contemporary) form of oppression, that nebulous but powerful thing that is 'fashionable', easier to standardise (it's much easier to get 300k identical engineered lumber beams than 300k identical natural timber beams, for example), poorly understood by modern laypeople (corsets were not debilitating instruments of torture for most of human history, any more than bras are now, ie, generally only as a result of fashion or poor fit) and/or more accessible (often as a result of the destruction or otherwise loss of their historical counterparts, like how despite it's use for most of history, it's surprisingly difficult to get hold of coppiced hazel).

I have seen about twelve separate posts by firefighters about the higher fire risk of engineered lumber roof supports over their natural timber counterparts.

The house I grew up in is older than: Shakespeare, Columbus' 'discovery' of the Americas, the Anglican church, Michaelangelo's David, the Mona Lisa, the Reformation, and the introduction of chocolate to the Old World, to name a few. There's still wattle and daub visible in parts of the upstairs. The main living room has a ten foot ceiling held up by nearly a dozen oak beams, all at least a foot wide. I have lived through half a dozen deadly heatwaves and haven't needed to use so much as a fan in that room.

It's been repeatedly extended and extensively fucked with over the centuries, of course, and the wiring and plumbing are a nightmare, but the main core structure is rock solid. A good 90% of the issues we've had with it have been a direct result of the use of modern materials (the last ten percent are because the damn place is listed, so doing anything with it is a trial). Fucked up wiring? The 80s DIY craze is the gift that keeps on giving. Draughty windows? That would be the cheap plywood frames a predecessor used and we're now stuck with because listed.

Our new house was built in the 80s, has a huge south facing picture window (for the admittedly fantastic view) which renders the entire room uninhabitable on sunny days, is constructed such that anyone moving around in the guest room causes every doorframe in the place to rattle violently, requires heating at night, and has internal walls so fragile I've already accidentally made two holes in them with a chairleg and a tray corner respectively.

(There is a separate discussion to be had about why modern materials tend to be cheaper than their historical counterparts, and I can't bring myself to get into it now beyond pointing out that it's generally a fun combination of capitalism, colonialism, and good old industrialisation.)

There is a difference between 'modern materials' and 'better materials' and while there is definitely overlap, acting like the materials that have been used for centuries or millennia are inherently inferior because they've been used for centuries is just stupid.

It's cheaper and faster to put up an electric fence than build a drystone dyke, but depending on the situation and your goals, either option could be 'better'. If you built a dyke every time you moved your horse to a new area of grazing you would be rightfully considered deranged by your neighbours, but using an electric fence for a long term boundary might be foolish as well.

There's also the consideration that by and large historical materials - for anything, not just construction - are derived far more directly from the natural world and are often as a result far more sustainable than modern ones. Mud houses require... finding some mud. Breezeblocks require industrial manufacturing. Linen fibres are harvested by cutting a bunch of flax - that you've grown in the ground - and soaking the stems for a bit. Polyester is derived from oil that has to be first mined and then processed. Hazel or willow poles grow at approximately the speed of light, if properly managed.

Tl;dr: Pretty much every 'is it better' argument can be boiled down to 'is it appropriate for the purpose it's being used for?'

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Regenerating Your House with Impact Rated Wood Doors and Luxury Wood Doors

If you are interested in improving the look and security of your house, then installing impact-rated wooden doors or luxury wooden doors can work wonders. Consistent with their use of timber, these doors are not just pretty, but serve the basic purpose of shielding your house.

Impact rated wood doors are manufactured with special consideration for their ability to endure pressure and possibility of blows from flying objects in storms, twisters, hurricanes or other harsh weather conditions. It is embellished by robust frames, durable panels, sturdier hardware, and state-of-ribbed locking systems to guard against breach/failure. Specifically, premium impact wood doors do not allow penetration from direct impact blows and will favor 200 plus mph, a notoriety that is superior to standard residential doors.

Impact Rated Wood Doors

Following fundamental security measures, luxury wooden doors create high-end looks with a luxurious feel to your home’s entrance. These doors have recessed wood veneer faces that come in very high quality with exhaustive workmanship and fine intricate work, with optional hardwoods such as mahogany, cherry, walnut, or oak. Both traditional and contemporary door styles are possible, with options for glass features, carvings, medallions and choice of a finish. Lever handles, kick plates, and door knockers are some of the hardware that gives luxury looking for the interior house.

Safety freaks have the option of impact resistant luxury wood doors while those who are particular about the looks of the door can go in for impact rated luxury style doors. These doors balance enhanced structural enhancements with sleek styling components to preserve your house’s high style while offering defensive capability.

Swapping standard low density hollow core doors for new impact or luxury wood doors does take contractor intervention but boosts the perceived and real value, as well as security levels. Specific careful measures on sizing and professional fitting help you equip all your home entries – doors to your patio, or your garage with fine wood doors designed to serve the decades to come, alongside withstanding the real dangers. Purchasing quality wood doors will prove worth it in the long run especially to boost on the outlook of a house as well as protecting the items inside.

[raiding]

Fi & Tim doing a “brief briefing” on tomorrow’s ride.

Over dinner, I asked Tim about the carpentry he does over the winter. He's part of a workers' co-operative that runs a sawmill and timber business in Limousin. The business has been based on Douglas fir and larch, clear-felled, with which the co-op does a few timber-frame houses, a lot of restorations, flooring and roof shingles. I asked about broadleaf timber, for which Limousin is well-known. That got Tim going.

He is trying to shift the business and its clients away from the clear-felled softwood to using sustainably extracted broadleaf timber; and 60% of the woodland in Limousin is broadleaf. Unfortunately, it's in tiny parcels, a result of French inheritance law, so it's hard to discover who owns what; and the skills and techniques for sustainable extraction (which might be done by a horse and a winch) are dying out, so most of it goes for firewood. Jean-Baptiste Colbert would be appalled. He was responsible for creating oak forests in Limousin in the late 1600s, under Louis XIV, to ensure France had timber for ship-building (and also wine production).

It's tempting to go upmarket with the finer hardwoods, but Limousin isn't a prosperous area, and the co-op wants to sell to local people. Its customers are used to ordering what they know, rather than adapting to better woods with more limited availability, but it's happening: they've used poplar and yew for restorations and insulation projects, and oak for parquet flooring.

Tim likes working as part of a co-op because it's flexible and "there's no boss": the group decides its priorities collectively. I asked if it was challenging taking part in those discussions in a second language. Tim said he just occasionally gets frustrated that he can't make his point as concisely and exactly as a native speaker; but he says its much more challenging having a bilingual 5-year-old daughter with a French mother. When he gets the gender of a noun wrong (and there are no rules in French to help you work that out), his daughter looks at her mother and rolls her eyes.

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Revamping Your Bathroom with a Rustic Vanity Design

Are you ready to embrace the beauty of raw materials and create a unique bathroom space with a rustic vanity? The bathrooms that have been completely transformed into the inviting and comfortable areas that every home wants are best suited for rustic vanity designs. Bringing the wild beauty to its functional form, a rustic vanity is an added advantage in every bathroom. For those who would like to update the decor of the house, rustic bathroom furniture is surely a classic and warm option.

There is plenty of rustic bathroom furniture in Atlanta to suit your personality and preferences, whether you live in the city or on the outskirts. In this blog, you will explore the key elements of rustic vanity designs and how you can incorporate them into your bathroom to get that luxurious feel. 

Why Choose Rustic Style for Your Bathroom?

Rustic design is all about using natural materials and their structures, colors, and raw materials. Warm and inviting rustic bathrooms create an appealing atmosphere. The charm of rustic vanities lies in its flaws; exposed wood grains, rough finishes, and handcrafted details give your bathroom a sense of handmade beauty.

Ready to update your current restroom? There is nothing better than a rustic-styled vanity since it adds warmth but maintains the required class of bathroom. Whether you want to gain a rustic farm appeal or a more modern space, rustic vanities do not fail to complement other bathroom designs.

Exploring Key Features of Rustic Vanities

Natural Wood Materials:

Natural wood is a necessary component for a vanity to be truly distinctive. It doesn’t matter if it is oak, pine, or even barn wood; the rough look of timber makes the design so rustic. Usually, there are many flaws in the wood which are noticeable, such as knots, splits, and uneven surfaces, which all add to the beauty and genuineness.

Hand-Crafted Elements:

Rustic designs often involve hand-made details. That can be anything from custom doors to hardware, such as pull handles made from bronze or wrought iron. However, every piece seems to have an artwork, making your bathroom rather exquisite.

Stone or Concrete Countertops:

Most wooden vanities with rustic designs are usually finished with natural-looking stone or concrete to accent the wood's raw appeal. Marble, granite, and soapstone tops help achieve an earthy look and are durable.

Functional Storage:

The design and aesthetic quality are more important components of rustic appeal, this does not always mean that functionality has to be compromised. Deep drawers and even shelves are typical features of rustic vanities, which provide plenty of area to store bathroom necessities.

Enhance Your Rustic Vanity Beauty with Other Matching Elements

Bathroom Lighting:

Light fixtures with an industrial or traditional look beautifully compliment the bathroom with rustic vanities. In addition, wrought iron or brass wall decor light fixtures with Edison bulbs enhance the rustic appeal. Even overhead hanging lights in aged metal or glass finish can serve to further accentuate the vanity’s beauty.

Bathroom Tiles:

In addition, to make vanities more rustic, think of incorporating natural stone tiles on the flooring or the walls. Slate, limestone, or terracotta-made tiles blend well with the wooden and stone surfaces of the tops. On the other hand, patterned tiles, with either vintage or Mediterranean inspiration, can also serve to add some extra depth and interest.

Mirror:

It is impossible to imagine any bathroom without mirrors, and if you think of a room that would give off rustic vibes, then huge ornamental mirrors with borders made out of either reclaimed wood or old, worn-out metal would do the job well. A simple round or square mirror with a chunky wooden frame would only enhance the traditional rustic look. You can add large mirrors to create the illusion of luxurious bathrooms.

A Final Takeaway

Upgrading the look of your bathroom with a rustic vanity can completely change the mood of the room and make it more inviting, interesting, and ageless, all at the same time. And if you live around Atlanta, there are a lot of options available near you that provide elegant furniture to fulfill your ideal bathroom dream.

Embrace the beauty of rustic design and visit the Willow Bath and Vanity website to check out their stunning collection.

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What’s to love about Oxted?

There’s so much to love about Oxted! This pretty, historic town famed for its large Arts & Crafts houses, timber framed stucco buildings and bustling high street, is situated at the foot of the North Downs in the Surrey Hills Area of Outstanding Beauty (AONB).

Known as a wealthy commuter or “stockbroker belt” town, it was listed in the top twenty richest towns in Britain by the Daily Telegraph in 2011, but has been a favourite of city workers since the railway arrived in 1884 and linked the growing settlement to London and the South Coast. Oxted offers great transport links to the M25, by rail to London Bridge (33 minute direct train) and London Victoria (39 minutes), by Thameslink to St Pancras or Ashford for the Eurostar and direct train services to London Luton and easy access by car to both Gatwick (42 minutes) and Heathrow airports.

Historically, Oxted has always been a convenient stop-off between London and the South Coast, being the site of Roman Roads and ancient routes. Consequently, it also has a good number of lovely old pubs dotted through the old town and nearby settlements of Tandridge, Hurst Green, Limpsfield and Limpsfield Chart.

Mentioned in the Doomsday Book, the ancient Oxted settlement of “Oakstead” (place where oak trees grow) has been around since well before the Middle Ages, with remnants of a Roman Villa at Titsey Place to the east of the town. It is surrounded by beautiful countryside dotted with historic manor houses, farms and many large mansions that have been schools and hospitals or convalescent homes in their past, but have now been converted into fabulous apartments.

Oxted town centre straddles two sides of the railway line – Station Road East and West. It features lovely stucco wood framed buildings and is full of great shops, restaurants and bars, including Cucina Italian, Cattle & Cocktail, Toast Cafe, The Deli and The Ginistry Bar. There’s also a beautifully renovated art deco cinema with cocktail bar and a very popular theatre.

Berkeley Inspiration, Oxted, The Ginstry

There are all the shops and services you need with plenty of excellent hair and beauty salons, clothes boutiques, homes & interiors and several high street banks. For food shopping, there’s also a huge Morrisons and smaller Sainsbury’s, Waitrose and Co-op.

If you want to go further afield, then just take a 15-20 minute drive to the lovely shopping towns of Reigate and Sevenoaks as well as being only 35 minutes to Bluewater.

For those of the sporty persuasion, then there are many leisure facilities to keep you in shape, including the Tandridge Leisure Centre with its pool, sauna, gym and fitness classes, football, cricket and hockey clubs. You’ll also find the Limpsfield Club (tennis/squash) and Tandridge and Limpsfield Chart Golf Clubs as well as Oxted’s beautiful Master Park which is home to football, cricket and a small tennis club. Other local amenities include a livery yard and riding stables for equestrians and the local leisure centre with its pool, sauna, steam rooms and gym.

Berkeley Inspiration, Oxted, The Cricket Grounds

It’s also the home of the annual Oxted Beer Festival, a very popular event held every July that allows the locals to sample all the craft beers and ciders brewed in the area and attracts very well-known bands for its live music offering.

Much of the land that surrounds Oxted is National Trust or farmland, and sitting within a designated Green Belt area. It’s a beautiful place to live, with incredible views from many of its higher points, plenty of opportunity for outdoor recreation – walks, riding, cycling and running routes, with lots of very active clubs for both adults and children including the Oxted & Limpsfield Cricket Club that has children’s cricket every Friday evening, Holland Sports and Raw Skills football club.

If you’ve got children or grandchildren, there are some great schools, both state and private together with several outstanding child care and pre-schools.

There’s also lots of clubs and parks to keep the kids entertained, and in the neighbouring area of Limpsfield Chart, you’ll discover a wonderful area – the National Trust’s Homes for Woodland Creatures – created and maintained by volunteers who have made the most amazing circuit of beautifully crafted wooden animal houses, such as Hedgehog Hall and Badgers Run. It’s a superb place for all the family to enjoy.

Berkeley Inspiration, Oxted, The High Street

Constantly changing and developing, while retaining its special character, the town is now home to some beautiful apartments and developments, including Courtyard Gardens in the centre of the town.

Courtyard Gardens offers contemporary living in the historic town, enquire through our website or visit us at Robert Leech office to find out more.

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Bedroom Furniture Ideas And Decor

Every family members have a different bedroom decor in their sleeping groups. You will not find two homes with identical bedspreads or beds or even curtains towards the window. You will people nobody can actually afford to have their bedrooms decorated based about the season. Naturally not everybody has the funds adjust the decor of their room 4x a year or so. However it to become possible carry out a great job of decorating your space in an inviting way.

Chairs runs from simple looking chairs, to individuals with complex looking patterns. Believe that these home pieces are just cheap items meant for temporary go with. For chairs with more complex patterns, they can look quite elegant and expensive, which means they ideal for that living room. The Recife Chair is one such example. Timber is minimal beautifully curved body, it's polished finishing makes it stand out among another products. A silky cushion rests for it. Anyone who sees this chair will struggle to resist soaking in it, for doing it really smells like a classy and comfortable chair.

Plants could add a summery feel to the bedroom as well as great rattan headboard unique around. A bigger tropical with palm leaves will give an instant injection of summer to your personal rooms. Adding some colorful cut flowers will add further summer appeal. However, too anything else is negative. Don't clutter your rooms with a lot of plants it feels as a conservatory.

It essential that you obtain a bedroom dresser that will match the rest of your bedroom decor. Purchasing your furniture within a set make sure that an individual matching colors for your bed frame, night stands, dresser, and wardrobe. If you choose to how to make own or buy every bit separately, make sure to get a similar shades of wood. For example, they're worth want to get a cherry dresser to complement an oak bed. Likewise, you interest to make sure each and every are along with a similar design and materials.

It's natural to picture such things as ventilation and sound for considered one many rooms in a long hotel. However, once again the same principles put on hanging chair a bedroom at house. Extra insulation can be added when the home is built, but barring that, soundproofing can be achieved exercise program fabric-upholstered, padded panels to walls. The headboard might be padded also to helps keep noise on the ground. Ventilation also important to bedroom comfort. Should not have vents blowing directly above the bed, but make sure the room can get plenty of fresh air.

Wall mounted headboards have grown contemporary gazing. They usually look say for example a plain rectangular headboard but come in the variety of colours. The two main manufacturers of those headboards are IKEA and MASH Dojos.

Such beds are just for small spaced room where bedstead simply cannot be placed in the grass. It is like a bunk bedstead but only comes with top bunk and the region underneath it can be used to place other things like a table or small-sized cabinet. You'll be able to enter the bedstead making use of a ladder http://www.etsy.com/shop/TheRattanStudio that include it.

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Memorial Drive.

There is a house in a field at the end of Memorial Drive. The field occasionally has cows in it, sheep, horses even. There's a little concrete milking barn in a grove of ancient peach trees with bearded wheat wrapping around the cinderblock foundation. Nature has begun to cling to it, and has begun to rip apart the walls with Her slow, unyielding prowess that continues onward no matter the circumstances.

Within the abandoned cinderblock building, under the rotting rafters and moldy shingles, there is a rotting skull. Bovine, in nature (If you'd mind the pun.) The skull is picked clean around the base - Ants, most likely. The most jarring thing, however, is the crying and bloody person in the corner, holding onto their stomach and trying not to cry out in pain.

They were soaked. Blood, sweat, their hair hadn't been washed in weeks. It was knotted to their skull like a nest. They cried, cried, cried silently as the repeated wracking sobs sent flaming-hot searing pain down their side, and into their gut.

At the end of Memorial Drive, there is a house in a field. The house is just as abandoned as it's little milk barn - the concrete foundation is falling apart, the timbers are so wet and termite-infested it's like you could touch it and the entire house would fall on top of you. It looked like it had just rained - brimming with soaked-up water. The ground was dry, the clay dirt was crumbling and filled with gopher holes.

The door falls easily under your palm. The frame crumbles under you and your hand feels soaked, chunks of old rotting wood coming off and sticking to your hand. As you enter the building, there is a stench. A stench so powerful it practically punches into your lungs - violating your very insides. Such an unwelcoming, gut-wrenching stench that you debate turning back, it's like it was ordering you out, but your curiosity still lingers, and you look back for just a second.

Your little red truck is out there parked outside the gate. The cattle grate was rusting and old, a testament to how those old things are so resilient. For just the split-second you look back there, you think you see the silhouette of a figure, shadowy behind your shitty two-seater. You glance back again, only to see it gone again.

Odd. You think. Must've just been my imagination. You turn back into the little house. Rotting stairs on either side of the foyer, with a banister connecting them. There is absolutely no way that those stairs are safe - yet you can see very clear foot steps impressed upon the soaked wood, like someone had just recently been inside.

Blue hells this place is nasty.. You think. As you make your way into the house, you flick on the little flashlight you brought with you, flashing it up into the banister, and over to your left and right.

The foyer opens up into five paths. Left, into what looks like a dining and kitchen room. Forward, in between the stairs into a living room, and the two sides of the banister - both leading into incomprehensible darkness. On your right, there's a door. The door, in fact that entire wall, seems much, much newer. Like it had been replaced recently. The wall was clean, apart from some water damage. The door was of solid oak, and there was a bronze handle on it.

It is bright. Too bright. So bright you can barely look at the door and wall for long enough to take any details in - yet it stays in the wall. The rest of the house is dark, musty, and moldy. The fuck? There's no way this is normal, but you must just be seeing things. Maybe the mold was getting to you.

You cough. The stench had mostly settled into your lungs, but you could still smell it. You made your way into the living room, not daring the stairs, and apparently not feeling too hungry. As you do, you hear loud creaks on each and every board you step on. Your boots leave deep imprints with each step you make.

The living room is a mess. A torn couch sits in front of an empty entertainment center, filthy books are littering the floor, and there's chairs set up around the, again, rotting, entertainment center. pulling your shirt up to your nostrils, you can barely help to not run out of the house. You look back - the door was still shut. The windows on either side of the farmhouse door were still musty and dirty. The shapes of dirty form into people, and you shake your head. Did you know that the human brain is so good at recognizing people that it makes it incredibly easy to create faces in specks of dirt, in bark, and in other, non-human things?

You look back to the living room, and notice a door to your right. There are no windows in the living room - it's darker and mustier here than it was in the foyer. You flash your light across the entire room, and spot a little black nightstand in the corner, set up very delicately. As you approach it, you notice it's not a nightstand at all - it's an altar. One you've never seen before. It was made of a blackened wood, curling and writhing into a platform that held unlit candles. There was a deepened bowl fit within the curling wood, filled with a liquid you couldn't make out. Black, with writhing shapes within it, it almost screamed for you to leave - to never come back - but you shook off the feeling as stupid metaphysical bullcrap.

Probably just nerves, right? You turn around, and you walk towards the books on the ground. You've always loved a good book, but these ones are incomprehensible. What pages weren't wet and burned, were made up of incomprehensible scribblings. These looked like journals, in some language. Chinese, maybe? Japanese? They didnt look like any sort of language you'd seen before - maybe they were just chicken scratch.

You look to the hallway that shot off from the living room. It's silent, and you look around with your flashlight, but you swear you can feel eyes on you. Like you're being watched. Like theres intense, angry eyes looking down on you and telling you to leave. You're being watched, and you can feel it. There's someone here that wants to leave.

You stand up from your crouching position and you dust yourself off. Your knees are soaked, and you can feel water inching into your boots. That's weird, You think. These boots are sealed pretty tightly. Feels like i need to get new boots though. You make your way to the hallway, creeped out to say the least, but not enough to make you leave. You never believed in that hocus-pocus bullcrap anyway. Nerves are nerves! You tell yourself, stuffing those feelings down and ignoring them.

Imagine what they'd say if i came back without any sort of cool stories to tell. You think. This isn't exactly urban exploring but it'll definitely make some of the guys at home happy. You make your way to the hallway, and shine your light down it. Before you can even react, there's a loud, uncompromising BANG behind you, and you stumble forwards, into the wet, moldy carpet and through the floor.

You land on a hard, rough concrete floor - and you cry out in pain. Tears well into your eyes as you feel the moldy carpet under you seep it's disgusting fluids into your open wounds - freshly ripped open from the rough landing, and from the sharp concrete under you.

You sit up after a while, and get ahold of your surroundings. Your hand clutches at your arm, and you try to wipe the filth off of it, only partially successful. You find more success with your t-shirt. Your surroundings are cluttered. The smell of mold isnt as strong here, just dust and old things. Insulation is scattered below you, and you look at the rotting boards surrounding you. You're extremely lucky no nails got stuck into you, there were quite a few still in the wood.

There's a creak from above - You can hear feet sloshing around in the soaked, muddy carpet of the living room. You inch away from the hole you just made - scooting from your position under the hole and towards the darkness of what seems to be a cellar. You bump into a crate, and wince. Something in your back hurts like hell, your right arm has begun to throb, but you ignore it. Fuck.. you think, wincing in pain as you clamber into the deep darkness of the basement. You look back - and there's a shadow looming over the hole you made, and a single shaft of like - almost taunting you - beams right onto your flashlight. You dropped it when you fell, and didnt pick it up.

There was no time to waste - you'd deal with the consequences later. You stumbled further into the darkness, stubbing your toe and running into crates as you felt your way across the maze of crates, cardboard boxes that were soaked in only certain places, and a new, much less welcoming stench filled your nostrils. One of metallic copper. You pushed past the smell, ignoring it. You finally stumbled into a poorly-lit room, one with dim, flashing florescent lights that made it just barely better too see. As you stepped into the room, you noticed the change in flooring - no longer was it rough-hewn cellar, it was a checkerboard black and white tile, ever so slightly tilted, your feet struggled to find solid ground.

Your boots were still soaked from the carpet up above, and you slipped a little while stepping into the room. The metallic scent was strong here, and as the lights flickered on for just a second, you saw what horrifying sight was causing it - The room was coated in blood, hanging carcasses stared at you with empty eye sockets that told you off for even venturing onto the property. These weren't cattle, you could tell. No cow has skin like that.

The smell of blood sickened you - it penetrated your deepest crevices and forced its way into your lungs. You could barely take it, and you held back the vomit you oh so wanted to expell. You stepped forwards, and slipped - landing face-first into the pool of blood that wasn't your own, tears driping down your face as you struggle to stand again, and you heard the slam of a door - crying out as you slipped, and slammed your head into the tile. You tried to stand, your own blood mixing with the other's as you clambered back towards the cellar, but you could hear the soft, calm footsteps of a figure entering the killing room. You heard a door open, god knows where, the room didnt have any that you could see, and you felt a rough hand grab you by the hair.

"NO, GOD PLEASE NO!!" You scream, begging for mercy as the hand dragged you further into the killing room, soaking your already nasty clothing in stranger's blood, suddenly, you heard a grunt of irritation from the figure who had a hold of you - you heard a sickly RIP as they ripped something out of the carcass on their right, and then you felt a disgusting, wet, slimy thing be stuffed into your mouth and tied behind your head.

There was a painful crack across the back of your head, and you were out cold.

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Shropshire Serenity: Discovering the Most Enchanting Wedding Venues

Introduction:

Nestled in the heart of England, Shropshire offers a tranquil and idyllic setting for couples seeking a romantic backdrop for their wedding day. With its rolling hills, historic manors, and charming countryside, Shropshire provides a serene and enchanting environment for couples to exchange vows and celebrate their love. In this comprehensive guide, we will explore some of the most enchanting wedding venues in Shropshire, each offering a unique blend of natural beauty, historical charm, and a sense of serenity that makes it a perfect choice for couples looking to create lifelong memories.

Delbury Hall: Timeless Elegance in the Shropshire Hills

Nestled within the Shropshire Hills Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty, Delbury Hall stands as a testament to timeless elegance and rural charm. This Grade II-listed Georgian mansion, surrounded by 80 acres of manicured gardens and parkland, provides an enchanting setting for wedding ceremonies and receptions. With its historic architecture and picturesque surroundings, Delbury Hall offers couples the opportunity to celebrate their love in a venue that exudes both sophistication and natural beauty.

Iscoyd Park: A Georgian Country House Retreat

Located near Whitchurch, Iscoyd Park is a Georgian country house that combines traditional grandeur with modern luxury. The venue's elegant rooms, stunning gardens, and timeless charm make it a sought-after choice for couples seeking a refined and romantic setting. Iscoyd Park allows couples to immerse themselves in the beauty of the Shropshire countryside while enjoying the exclusive and intimate ambiance of a Georgian country house retreat.

Rowton Castle: A Fairytale Setting near Shrewsbury

Perched on a hilltop near Shrewsbury, Rowton Castle transports couples to a fairytale setting with its majestic turrets, landscaped gardens, and opulent interiors. This Grade II-listed castle offers a regal backdrop for wedding celebrations, combining historic grandeur with modern amenities. From the moment guests enter the castle grounds to the exchange of vows in the breathtaking surroundings, Rowton Castle creates a magical atmosphere that makes every wedding day a fairytale come true.

Pimhill Barn: Rustic Elegance in Shrewsbury's Countryside

For couples who appreciate the charm of rustic settings, Pimhill Barn in Shrewsbury offers a perfect blend of simplicity and elegance. This 16th-century timber-framed barn features exposed oak beams, open countryside surroundings, and a warm and intimate atmosphere. Pimhill Barn is an appealing choice for couples seeking a venue that exudes natural charm and authenticity while providing a picturesque backdrop for their wedding celebrations.

The Mill Barns: Riverside Romance in Alveley

Situated in Alveley, The Mill Barns is a contemporary and stylish venue that seamlessly blends modern architecture with the beauty of the Shropshire countryside. Set against the backdrop of a tranquil lake and lush gardens, this purpose-built venue offers both indoor and outdoor spaces for ceremonies and receptions. The combination of sleek design, scenic views, and versatile spaces makes The Mill Barns an ideal choice for couples seeking a romantic riverside wedding experience.

Conclusion:

Shropshire's enchanting wedding venues offer couples a perfect canvas to paint their love story amidst the idyllic landscapes and historic charm of this county. From the timeless elegance of Delbury Hall to the Georgian splendor of Iscoyd Park, the fairytale setting of Rowton Castle, the rustic charm of Pimhill Barn, and the contemporary romance of The Mill Barns, each venue encapsulates the essence of Shropshire's natural beauty and historical richness.

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Benefits of Choosing Treated Pine Framing Timbers for Your Home

Timber pine framing construction stands tall as the guiding force of modern building methodologies. Its evolution results from many amalgamating needs: the urgent call for cheaper housing solutions and an amplified resonance for eco-friendly practices. Treated pine, in the league of timber products, plays a vital role in this narrative, manifesting qualities like strength, cost-efficiency, and resilience. 

Advantages of Timber Frame Construction 

Shorter Build Time: The allure of timber frame construction lies in its streamlined efficiency. Unlike the traditional brick-and-mortar methods significantly impacted by weather scenarios, timber frame construction off-site takes it all with a pinch of salt. Prefabricated panels, precision-forged in factories, bring together uniformity, and slashing builds timelines significantly. While the structure takes form on-site, interior work marches forth unaffected, capitalising on this brevity. 

Greater Flexibility: Architects and designers alike appreciate the creative canvas that timber frames unfold. These unparalleled frames stand as sturdy skeletons, accompanying the core concept of structural fortitude, and offer so much customisation. They do not just provide resiliency against extreme weather situations but even serve an array of cladding options, balancing protection with aesthetic opulence. 

Superior Insulation and Energy Efficiency: Timber, a natural endorser of insulation, fills homes with an innate energy on a high. Its low thermal mass led to swifter warmth accrual and minimised energy drain. The airtight characteristic of timber frames staunches the loss of warmth, buckling down the reliance on heating and cooling apparatuses. 

Enhanced Sustainability: Timber, the symbol of eco-responsibility, sourced from responsibly managed forests, champions sustainable needs. The innate nature of thermal insulation curtails energy usage and aligns seamlessly with sustainability initiatives. 

The Role of Treated Pine in Deck Framing 

Treated pine emerges as the cornerstone in deck framing, holding the trident of strength, cost-efficiency, and longevity. Pine, lauded for its formidable compressive and bending strengths rivalling hardwood counterparts, assumes the role of a protagonist in timber deck frame crafting. Its lightweight ability and ease of handling make it a preferred choice within the DIY realm. 

The affordability feature of pine framing results from its unprecedented growth, undemanding care, and plenty of supply, keeping its financial compass pointing south compared to its hardwood counterparts lying north. The treatment of pine exhibits endurance, with its longevity intricately linked to usage nuances and climatic conditions. 

Choosing the Right Treated Pine 

A spectrum of treatment categories has a tapestry of choices tailored to specific applications. From indoor usage to rugged ground installations and marine applications, each depends on elemental parameters like moisture, pests, and decay. 

The infusion of treated pine in timber frame construction and deck framing echoes a harmony between strength and looks, a synergy of robustness, durability, and longevity, poised for architectural modernity. This strategic amalgamation meets the contingencies in contemporary housing and raises the banner of sustainability and efficiency within the construction paradigms. 

Jimboomba Timbers is Your Partner for Pine Framing in Brisbane! 

Embarking on a Timber Frame Construction journey requires a reliable companion, a guide navigating the corridors of material choices, treatments, and construction nuances. Enter Jimboomba Timbers, a guiding light towards robust, eco-conscious, and time-efficient construction methodologies. 

At the heart of us lies timber variants, each imbued with distinct personalities and attributes tailored for diverse construction projects. From treated pine frames to timber products like oak frames featuring timeless elegance, call us at (07) 5547 8722  for a gamut of timber essentials.

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The Beauty and Practicality: Exploring Post and Beam House Plans

When it comes to designing your dream home, there's a wide array of architectural styles and construction methods to choose from. One timeless and versatile option that has stood the test of time is the Post and Beam House Plans. These houses are not only stunning in their aesthetic appeal but also provide practicality and durability. 

Understanding Post and Beam Construction

Post and beam construction is an age-old building technique that dates back centuries. Unlike traditional stud framing, which relies on load-bearing walls, post and beam houses use a framework of vertical posts and horizontal beams to support the structure. These posts and beams are typically made from robust, often exposed wood, which lends a rustic and charming quality to the home's interior and exterior.

Key Characteristics of Post and Beam House Plans

1. Open Concept Design: Post and beam homes are known for their open and airy interiors. The absence of load-bearing walls allows for spacious, flowing floor plans that are perfect for modern living. The structure's support system is concentrated in key locations, giving you the flexibility to customize your living spaces.

2. Aesthetic Appeal: The exposed wooden posts and beams are a hallmark of post and beam homes. They add character, warmth, and a sense of rustic elegance to the interior. The choice of wood species, such as Douglas fir, cedar, or oak, can further enhance the aesthetics of the home.

3. Versatility: Post and beam construction is highly adaptable. Whether you prefer a traditional or contemporary style, these homes can be customized to suit your design preferences. You can choose various finishes, from sleek and modern to more traditional and cozy.

4. Durability: Post and beam structures are renowned for their durability. The sturdy wood used in construction ensures longevity, making these homes an excellent investment for the long term. Properly maintained, a post and beam house can last for generations.

Benefits of Post and Beam House Plans

1. Energy Efficiency: The open spaces in post and beam homes can be efficiently insulated, and the thermal mass of the exposed wood helps regulate indoor temperatures. This can result in energy savings and reduced utility costs.

2. Customization: Post and beam construction allows for flexible design options. You can easily customize your home to meet your specific needs, whether you desire large windows to capture scenic views or a cozy fireplace for chilly evenings. Customization can also be done with the help of a Timber Frame House Plan when it comes to timber frame construction.  

3. Connection with Nature: The natural beauty of the exposed wood and the abundant use of windows in post and beam homes create a strong connection between the interior and the surrounding landscape. This design choice allows you to enjoy nature from the comfort of your home.

4. Timeless Appeal: Post and beam houses have an enduring charm that transcends architectural trends. They are timeless and continue to captivate homeowners and builders alike.

Conclusion

Post and beam house plans are a testament to the marriage of form and function. These homes offer the best of both worlds – a striking aesthetic appeal and practicality. Whether you're drawn to their open layouts, natural beauty, or the promise of a durable and energy-efficient home, post and beam construction has much to offer. However, it is also important to know the Cost of a Prefab Home to make everything clear. 

If you're in the process of planning your dream home, consider exploring the world of post and beam house plans with Trinity Buildings Systems – a choice that promises not only a house but a timeless masterpiece.