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forsakenfragments · 6 years ago

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I Washed My Hands With Blood

CHAPTER 2

Maggie enters Nightmare Forest, intent on an adventure.

My path through Grimsby was meandering and prone to wanderlust. That night it drizzled, and while the rain soaked my nightgown and reduced me to a shivering mess, the soft pitter-patter of rain droplets on broad beech leaves soothed both my mental and physical ailments. Although the cold infected my sore ankle and caused stiffness, I did not stop to rest near the tempting fire of the Inn nor Reverend Emeriel’s home, which he insisted was always open to anyone left without a home. The reason for this, I thought, was because he was lonely now that his adopted daughter was only a thought passing on the wind.

I thought similar unsavory thoughts on the rest of the town. Mary, a midwife and wealthy mother to a brood of six, bought exorbitant amounts of jewelry at the market every Saturday, although I could never figure out if it were because her marriage was unsatisfactory or if she was remarkably vain. Baxter the Baker inherited his family business as the oldest son and most responsible, but he failed to perform even the simplest of tasks and tended to cheat his customers simply because he could not sell any other way. Adelaide was a young girl betrothed to a 33-year-old man named Arthur, and while her family draped her gaudy baubles and wedding drab, I saw the emptiness in her eyes and knew she resigned to her fate of early spiritual suicide. Sir Cassius was a lonely old man with wrinkles in his face so thick they could tell stories, and he lived on the gothic mansion on the hill with his very young granddaughter.

All of these stories, unique in their own ways, lived on in the sagging timber-frame homes lining the streets of Grimsby. While the roofs were towering with slate panels, the houses dipped down under the weight of rainwater and the drudgery the inhabitants endured daily. Every day, the citizens of Grimsby went about the monotony of life, going through the same motions they enacted with every sunset. It disgusted me, to the point where my stomach curled and recoiled every time I saw the dull flicker of life in their eyes, the only thing signifying that they were breathing human beings instead of one of the pieces of machinery in the London factories.

Even my mother seemed this way at that time. While she had been lively and animated in an earlier year, the troubles and toils of her life beat down her resolve until she sleepwalked through my childhood without so much as a glimmer in her gaze. Where her arms were warm and her voice dripping with honey, I noticed her heartbeat was slow, and her eyes were cold. She abandoned her unfinished paintings, ceased the care of her garden, and did not cook our potato soup with as much zeal. Not even seeing my father sober enough to continue his carpenting business could make her smile.

This robotic nature of my neighbors forced me to hurriedly walk through the town with my eyes locked on my feet. Piles of dust and dirt passed my eyes, well-trodden during the busiest hours of the day but unsettlingly empty during the dead hours of the night. The wind whisked past my head, and the southern winds carried the scent of wildflowers to my nose from the sprawling flowered meadows outside of Grimsby. With time, the dirt path began to grow grassy and knotted with tussocks of greenery. It was then I looked up and realized I was on the border of Grimsby.

To my left, the church and its courtyard of the dead sat close to the frigid waters of the lake. The moon tugged on the pond and it lapped against the smooth pebbles lining it, washed of any blemishes from eons of being cradled by sandy water. Where the moon could often be seen reflected in the lagoon’s inky black depths, the black swallowed up my only source of light, and I was left in suffocating darkness. Ahead, there was a stretch of green and knots of grass overflowing with bluebells and honeysuckles, and just past that was a wall of trees. Where some meadow’s transition into woodland was gradual and subtle, Nightmare Forest acted as a looming barrier between the land of reality and the land of terror. The field leading into was bright and cheery, with an abundance of sweet-smelling flowers and pale prairie grasses, whereas the forest was dark, ominous, and looming as if the trees were giants turning their backs on humanity in contempt. I looked upon it, remembered my mother’s frantic warnings, and promptly ignored her concern in my conscience. I was a child, and anything that was unavailable to me was naturally alluring. Her cautions only inflamed my necessity for the unattainable.

Having spotted my target, I raced towards the stalwart line of beech and maple, sidestepping firm boulders and disrupting warrens of rabbits in fitful slumber. My bumbling feet caught on errant roots and misplaced twigs, but in my scramble to reach the ominous wood, my subsequent tumble into the dust and dirt was a mere inconvenience.

Breathing hard and huffing, I finally reached the line of trees. I stooped over and supported myself on my knees, the soothing cold of the breeze and the searing heat of my skin creating a strange dichotomy across my nerves. My heart pounded hard in a fruitless attempt to escape my ribcage, but with time it soothed into a calm pound and my lungs could expand fully without panting, so I straightened and peered into the thick darkness of Nightmare forest.

I could not see past the trees; their trunks were so thick and their canopies so impenetrable that anything beneath their reign was rendered an abyssal black. The fact did not unnerve me, but it instead piqued my interest, so I took one step forward, then another, hesitant only because of the last shreds of guilt I felt for directly contradicting my mother’s orders.

With a few final steps, I plunged into Nightmare Forest’s thick undergrowth. I stumbled through the tense darkness, now entirely cannibalized by an eerie sense of unease that made my head feel backward. My mind swam, and my stomach curled up within me, swallowed whole by an aura strange enough to allow me to walk horizontally across walls.

Here, I was half-tempted to turn back and careen back into the safety of my own bed, but upon seeing my father’s wrinkled face contorted with rage in my minds-eye, I steeled my resolve and proceeded.

My eyes were virgins to the gloom of the forest and my limbs uncoordinated, so much of my time spent in the woods was wasted smacking face-first into trees and tripping over roots designed only to trip up children running away from home. After nearly five minutes into my fateful excursion, my face ached from repeatedly bumping face-first into an ancient, gnarled oak, and my arms stung with pain from the wild rose shrubs back home and the scratching nettles lining the forest floor. I stepped forwards twice more, sensed an incline, then sighed a long, dramatic sigh. The forest was beginning to make way to the mountains, and I knew that attempting to scale the treacherous cliffs there would lead to my death, so I turned on my heel and prepared to exit the forest.

I was blinded by a radiant white light. A dull, aching pain pressed against the back of my eyes, so I pushed my arm close to my eyes and squinted until my eyes could adjust to the brazen glow. Within a few seconds, the ache faded and I lowered my forearm to peer at the bright object meticulously.

Standing amongst a knoll of ragwort and field rose, a deer with an unnaturally white pelt stood. Its fur was so brilliant that it gleamed like a star against the black backdrop of night, and it burned so brightly that it drowned out the contours of its eyes and nose. I could not make out any of its facial features except for horns high enough to spear a man from top to bottom and still have the length to spare. With eyes I could not perceive, it stared at me. I swore it nodded at me, imperceptible but real nonetheless.

For these few moments, we gazed at each other, equally curious and intrigued but each much too cautious to approach. Tension snapped like a spring between us, mounting and building and gaining.

Then, the stag turned tail and fled, it’s short, bushy tail disappearing into the darkness of the forest. The underbrush swallowed it, and just as quickly as it appeared, it was gone.

Frightened, I called out after it. “Wait!” I shouted, scrambling forwards. “Please, wait for me!”

I leaped forth from my perch and careened into the boxwoods and azaleas, ignoring the sting of shrubs running across my bare arms and the tearing of my dirtied nightgown as branches caught on it and threatened to pull me back. Through sheer determination alone, I resisted the clawing of skeletal beech branches in their attempts to slow me down and barreled through them, desperate to hang onto the only shred of light I had found in Nightmare Forest.

The chase was on. My heart pumped, and my legs pushed forward with strength I was unaware I possessed. I crashed through the thickets and coppice, stirring up rancor in the deathly silent woodland where the noise was unwelcome. The blood rushed through my ears and adrenaline pumped through my veins, but no matter how much I ran, I never spotted the fluffy white tail prancing through the brushwood. Despair swam across my thoughts and tears of exhaustion welled up in my eyes.

Then, my foot caught on a root placed deliberately in my path by an ensnaring, ancient oak I had slammed my head against many moments beforehand. My heart launched into my throat, and I tumbled into the wild shrubbery with an unceremonious shout.

I slammed my head upon a small rock, small and unassuming until it pressed hard into my temple. Blood, red and hot, seeped from the wound created on the side of my head, the blood-flow only enhanced by the zealous pumping of my heart. Clutching the sparse clumps of crabgrass between my fingers, I laid face down in the Nightmare Forest, grimacing in agony and cursing my incredible foolishness.

I wished to be back home, lying safe in bed with mother. I wished my father did not stomp into my room, and I wished I had not launched myself through my portly window to escape. I wished I did not fall into the roses and I wished I did not walk so quickly past the timber-frame homes of Grimsby. In that moment of desperation, I wished to not exist, only to float through humanity as a nameless husk without a single ounce of consciousness. Thinking this, tears began to flow, and they ran down my cheeks, dripping into the dirt and landing in my mouth. My chest heaved as I sobbed, my hope and dreams crushed into an unidentifiable paste of nothingness by a celestial mortar and pestle.

An answer to my wishes came then, on the wings of angels and heralded by trumpet fanfare.

“Hey,” said a soft voice. “Are you okay?”

Cheeks stained with tears and lip quivering, I raised my head at an achingly slow pace and locked my eyes on a pair of poorly cobbled shoes. They stood near my face and shuffled there, connected legs covered in ragged pants. My eyes traveled further up, and I found a little boy’s face staring down at me.

By his clear, pale complexion, I knew he was around my age range, if not a bit older. By the way, his legs quivered, and his cheeks stood out against his gaunt face, I could tell he was poor and plagued by malnutrition. By the way, his blue eyes shimmered in comparison to his jet black hair, I could tell he truly cared for my well-being. He reached his hand out for me in a chivalrous gesture, smiling with straight white teeth and a rosy glow on his cheeks.

Instinctively, I smiled and reached up my arm to swipe across my nose and eyes. I cleared away my tears and mucus and took his hand in mine with a thankful nod. He pulled me to my feet, and I tested my ankle to the force of the ground, only to cringe and exhale in pain. I opened my eyes into slits, staring through the gloom into the eyes of my strange savior.

I ignored the question on his lips. “Did you see?” I asked him, frantic and bumbling. “The deer? The white one?”

He quirked his brow, glanced about the deep gloom lining the underbrush, and turned back to fix me with a strange stare. I saw the confusion in his eyes and groaned.

“It was here!” I gestured wide to the sweeping darkness before the two of us, desperately searching for any spot of light beneath the thick canopy overhead. “I saw it! It ran away!”

The boy fixed me with another strange gaze, looking towards me as if I had just spouted off some nonsense about pigs soaring through the sky. He held my gaze for a few moments before erupting in laughter, loud and mocking, albeit not intentional.

“Hey!” I fumed. “I’m being serious!”

“I’m sorry,” he wheezed, shoulders heaving with the weight of his amusement. “But white deer don’t come ‘round these parts. They don’t exist.”

I deflated instantly, a pinprick of anger still existing deep within my stomach extinguished immediately by the icy wave of his laughter. I curled in on myself and rubbed at my elbow, frowning so profoundly it almost didn’t fit on my face. With time, his laughter faded and we were left with only the thick, unsettling quiet of Nightmare Forest.

“Why are you out here anyway?” the boy asked. “No one really comes round here.”

I surged for a chance to defend myself from his interrogation. “My pa was gonna hit me, so I ran,” I blurted. The truth bubbled from my mouth like water in a gentle brook, and I did nothing to stop it, suddenly unable to lie in good faith around this strange boy.

“My dad does that sometimes too,” the boy responded, mulling around the gloomy clearing for a few moments before coming to rest on a toadstool-covered log, hollowed and husk-like. I limped across the clearing, overdramatic in my minor injury as many children were prone to acting, and sat beside him.

“Who are you? I never see you around town,” I argued suddenly, intrigued and too curious for my own good. His eyes darkened, and he smiled, and something opened in my stomach, making it twist and turn and coil within my abdomen. I felt paralyzed.

“I’m Michael,” the boy responded much too eagerly. “Me an’ my dad cut wood in this forest.”

The explanation was strange, and it made my skin crawl, but I ignored any peculiar feelings, fixed him with a full, toothy grin, and joyfully delivered my own introduction. “I’m Maggie!” I chirped. “My pa’ uses wood to make stuff!”

“Probably not our wood though,” Michael mused. “No one from Grimsby comes over here.”

I frowned at the sentiment. “Why not?”

“You haven’t heard the rumors?” Michael wondered aloud, searching my face.

I shook my head in one sweeping motion. Immediately, Michael launched into a ghost tale for the ages.

“Your folks say that this forest is full of monsters and beasts. We had shot a deer once and were in the middle of cleaning it when a bloke ran up, screamed, then went back to town to spread dodgy stories.”

“That was Mr. Murphy!” I shouted in understanding. “He said he found a herd of dead deer with their heads cut off and blood all over!”

Michael grinned from ear to ear and shook his head with a contemptuous guffaw. “A tosser, that man is,” Michael remarked, and I smiled and giggled as if we were sharing secrets.

“Yeah, he’s a right tit!” I cried suddenly, emboldened by Michael’s presence and ability to say entirely impolite language I had never been allowed to utter before. He laughed at my usage and how eager I was to say it, and we both broke into a fit of wild, uncontrollable giggles.

Unbeknownst to me, Michael rose from the mossy log in the midst of my side-splitting laughter, and with a devilish grin, he tapped my shoulder forcefully. Broken from my compulsive giggling, a few errant huffs fell from my mouth as I glanced up to Michael’s face and quirked my brow. I tipped my head to the side, and his smile grew wider.

“Tag,” he whispered, barely audible beneath my amusement. “You’re it.”

Fire alight in my eyes, I shot from my spot on the log and launched at Michael. I shot my arms forward but they wrapped around thin air, and a gust of wind as Michael shifted from his original spot and scampered across the clearing to the edge of the trees. I leered after him, eyes glinting with youthful energy now that I was engaging in play.

After a brief second where we stared at each other from across the grassy knoll, I stumbling over boulders, rocks, and fallen logs in my mad scramble to reach Michael in time. With his far superior height and my unfortunate speed penalty attributed to my tiny legs, he quickly stepped around my charging form and dashed to the other end of the clearing like a matador taunting a raging bull.

I twisted around and whipped towards where he stood, uphill and staring down at me with a triumphant grin and his hands on his hips. I pushed myself hard and faster, ignoring the dull ache in my ankles and legs and knees in favour of the chase. The wind pelted my face, and my tongue lolled from my mouth, panting for breath and wide-eyes with adrenaline. My mousey brown hair was a mess; tangled, frizzy, and full of brambles, but I ignored the way it caught on shrubs and foliage in favour of chasing desperately after Michael. Even within moments of our chance meeting, I considered him my friend, and he came to be my only friend in the cold darkness of existence. For once in my life, I felt eager to see the sun rise over the horizon and reach her pale dawn fingers across the eastern meadows.

Then, I was weightless. For the briefest of moments, I soared through the air, unaffected by the world and ignorant of standard physics. My grin remained through the moment of no gravity, but as I felt myself fall forward, the smile disappeared, and I shouted in fear as the ground rushed towards me. I squeezed my eyes tightly shut in preparation for the fall, prepared to take the brunt of the pain and feel my synapses erupt in agony.

It never came. Instead, hands grasped around my midsection and hoisted me back up, pulling my feet from the ground and placing me on the uneven dirt so that I was upright and safe. I glanced up from my bruised, scratched hands and looked to Michael, who grinned at me. I noticed only now that he was missing a tooth, a sharp canine that had yet to grow into his beaming smile.

“You trip a lot,” Michael remarked with a good-natured chuckle.

Indignant, I dispelled his hands and placed my hands on my hips, face stained with dirt and nightgown tattered. “This forest is just dumb!” I defended myself, strong in my tone but weak in my argument. My voice rises above the suffocating silence of the forest, bouncing off the rough beech bark surrounding us.

Then, a great cry rose from the surrounding underbrush. “Maggie?” called a feminine voice, shaky and coloured with panic.

I turned around immediately, placing my back to Michael in favour of inspecting the deep abyss from which I heard the question come from. The forest smelled of thick leaf musk and dead dock, and the wind howled through the dense, nearly bare canopy, whistling through knots and knolls in winding wood. Again, the voice cried out.

“Maggie, is that you?”

The imperceptible kilt added to the very end of the woman’s voice gave me enough information to deduce that this woman was my mother, and the way her voice tore from her throat indicated she was searching for me specifically. Eager to introduce my new friend to my mother, I immediately responded. “Mum! I’m right here!” I shouted, ruthlessly piercing through the silence.

Within seconds, the underbrush crashed and caved and crackled under the weight of brisk footsteps. The shadows came to expel my mother, her fiery red hair equally as frazzled and her green eyes accentuated by sagging black circles. A vein swelled on her temple as she dashed towards me, knees rising high in her effort to tame the sprawling coppice. She came to stand before me, and she placed her hands atop my shoulders, shaking them softly as her arms trembled and her eyes grew wet and glassy.

“Maggie,” mother whispered, voice breaking and grip tightening to a raw strength on my shoulders. “Maggie, you’re here.”

I quirked a brow and frowned. “Yeah,” I confirmed slowly, staring up at her.

Without warning, she surged forward and wrapped her arms around me, her chest heaving as she sobbed into my small shoulders. Hesitantly, I clutched her to me and drank in her scent, smelling vaguely of roses and honeydew. “I thought I lost you,” she babbled, voice strained by tears. “Lost you to this wretched forest.”

“I’m still here,” I protested softly, a sound lost to the immense quiet of Nightmare Forest. With this, mother drew away and clutched my hand, a smile tugging at her tear-stained cheeks.

��Come, let’s return home,” she offered gently, then turned and tugged at me. Although she was strong, my will to remain was stronger, and I evaded her grasp, slipping my hand from her fingers and staring at her as she turned to stare at me. She furrowed her brows and clutched her dirt-stained skirts, red hair frazzled and eyes sunken.

“Wait,” I exploded, scrabbling to surmount a rock. “I met someone! His name is Michael!”

I gestured to the surrounding forest. Mother’s brows furrowed further.

“Maggie,” Mother uttered my name, then pointed a curled finger behind me. “Don’t be silly. There’s no one there. No one lives in Nightmare forest.”

Swayed, I whipped around and scanned the line of dark trunks, stained with the black night. I searched through the thick, grim shade, trees in the distance curling like burnt bodies and beckoning to newcomers with gnarled, frayed branches. The silhouette of Michael was absent, and no matter how hard I peered and squinted, I could not catch the blue of his eyes or his pale complexion.

Stunned, I stared, pondering how someone so tangible and real could disappear from the clearing without so much as a crackle of crushed brambles or fallen branches. He vanished like a summer breeze in the dead of autumn, gone without so much as a trace to suggest he was ever there in the first place. Lost in the fog of my own thoughts, I swayed on my feet, blinking complacently.

My mother’s smooth, blemish-free hand on mine threw me violently back to reality. She turned me around with a gentle, guiding hand, smiled a smile that made the corners of her eyes crinkle, then helped me off the boulder I balanced on.

“Come along,” Mother hummed. “We’re both exhausted.”

Without further qualms, I stumbled blindly after her brisk steps. She led me with a firm hand and a breakneck pace, bouncy in her actions and shaky in her hold. Just as we reached the line of trees surrounding the clearing and were about to plunge into the thick undergrowth once more, I cautioned a wary glance over my shoulder.

The darkness left behind me was cleaved by rays of radiant light, all falling from the effervescent grace of the white stag I observed before. It was unencumbered by darkness and evil, dispelling every hint of malevolence remaining in the forest. Enamored, I tugged upon my mother’s arm. She only pressed further on, pulling me along behind her. I looked for as long as I could, eager to see the last remaining bit of white, luminescent fur.

Then, within a few seconds, a patch of dock and tansy blocked my view and devoured the angelic deer, drenching us in crawling darkness once more.

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harryandmeghan0-blog · 6 years ago

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Nuova casa per Harry e Meghan: la regina regala loro l'Adelaide Cottage

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Nuova casa per Harry e Meghan: la regina regala loro l'Adelaide Cottage

New home for Harry and Meghan: the queen gives them Adelaide Cottage When one thinks of the United Kingdom one can not but think of his countryside, the hills, his bucolic villages, the typical and delightful cottages It is well known that the Queen herself loves country life and, as soon as she can, does not hesitate to take refuge in her dwellings far from the city at Windsor, Balmoral and Sandrigham, which she prefers to the most famous and sumptuous Buckingham Palace

Elizabeth II loves to share this passion with her family and that is why, every now and then, she usually gives her loved ones one of her country estates It happened in 2011 with the newlyweds William and Kate that they received as a wedding gift the cottage of Anmer Hall at Sandrigham and it happened again now: it seems that his majesty has given to Harry and Meghan the Adelaide Cottage, in the Windsor House Park Adelaide Cottage: anything but small and modest The Adelaide Cottage, built in 1831 at the behest of King William IV, who donated it to his wife, Queen Adelaide, has for years been home to court dignitaries and their families The most famous name is that of Peter Townsend, for seven years impossible love (because divorced) of Princess Margaret, sister of the queen

The cottage was also the place where Queen Victoria often sought refuge for her breakfasts or afternoon teas Characterized by the ornate, ornate style typical of Romanticism, the cottage, in spite of its simple white and pink façade, is anything but modest inside The master bedroom has a sloping roof and is decorated with dolphins and sailor knots from the Royal George, a royal 19th century yacht In the cottage, with a slate roof, there is a Greek-Egyptian style marble fireplace Destination for the weekend or main residence ?

We still do not know if the Duke and the Duchess of Sussex will choose the cottage as a main residence or as a refuge for weekend getaways, to get away from the chaotic London and, above all, the paparazzi According to the Daily Mail, Harry and Meghan would have already made an inspection and would have fallen in love with it, so much to choose it as a main residence instead of Kensington Palace, which would become, at that point, a simple point of support in case of commitments in the English capital The cottage, in fact, would like the dukes of Sussex not only for its proximity to London but above all for the privacy it can offer Located in a walled garden on the hill to the west in Windsor Home Park, near Windsor Castle where the two were married on May 19, the dwelling could offer that peace and tranquility so sought after by the two newlyweds The cottage, according to a source in the "Daily Mail", would have "7 entrances and 7 exits from Windsor Castle, so the couple can come and go without fear of being photographed"

According to other rumors, on the contrary, the official residence should be apartment 1 in Kensington Palace, next to that of the Dukes of Cambridge, while Adelaide Cottage would become the destination of their weekend in the countryside, a place where you can switch off from official commitments and escape from the paparazzi Kensington Palace has so far preferred not to make any statements

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Practical Tips to Make Your Roof Last Longer

The roof is the vital part of every house that makes the home complete but to maintain it in good condition; you need to practice healthy maintenance. It’s obvious that every roof has an expiry time but we can prolong the period of time by taking basic care. There are various kinds of roofing materials such as wood, metal, slate, asphalt shingles, and much more. Wooden roofs generally last up to 50 years and metal roofs are supposed to last up to 25 to 40 years. Among all slate roofs are said to be the most durable and they last up to 150 years. though it is expensive but the investment is totally worth it because of its durability feature. To maintain the roof in good quality, it’s always a good habit to schedule roof inspections from the expert Roof Restoration Adelaide contractors.

We will discuss some of the basic factors that matter for maintaining a roof:

Choose durable materials for roof installation

There are varieties of roofing materials available in the market at different prices. Roofing quality depends on the material you use for roofing. Consider all the factors such as house location, and budget before choosing roofing materials so, you don’t need to invest anything further in the future.

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Conduct timely inspection especially in the spring-fall times and after the monsoon. Have a habit of sweeping dirt and debris when you are on the roof. Clean leaves and gutters to ensure proper drainage.

Timely quality installations and repairs

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Avoid power washing of shingles

Power washing includes washing from the concentrated spray that makes roofing granules loose so, this affects the top coating of the roof and the roof is most likely to age fast. Instead of this, prefer broom cleaning and leaf blower method for light and safe cleaning.

Ensure proper in-house ventilation

Moisture and humidity also affect the roofing condition so, ensure you have proper ventilation at your house. Keep windows and doors open at the time of the morning to have enough sunlight and easy air ventilation.

Know your roof

Click pictures of your roof of before and after and try to know the problem. This will help in identifying the problems. It’s good to know the problems earlier before it spoils the home structure. Consult the certified experts for roofing jobs if required.

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precisionshedsep · 4 years ago

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Opt For Your Preferred Type Of Roofing Options

Those days have already gone while people opt for only asphalt shingles, slate and clay roofing. With the change of generation and innovations, there are other different types of roofing options available that offer a new look to your property and these are amazing. Well, keep reading this blog and you will get to know some different types of roofing options available in Port Lincoln. So, take a look at the section below.

Metal Roofing

This type of roofing option is available in shingles and vertical panels. You will be amazed to know that this roofing lasts for more or less sixty years. If you are living in a hilly area or an area where winter lasts for a long time then the metal is the best choice as it slough off heavy snow. Not only that but at the same time, it shields from burning and resists high winds. Another thing is that it is extremely lightweight and can be installed over existing roots. But it can get really noisy due to heavy snowfall or rainfall.

Solar Tiles

This is one of the most sought-after options that can be integrated seamlessly into your existing shingles. Can you imagine that this roofing option can generate up to 1 kilowatt of energy per 100 square feet? This roofing option is not very expensive to bear. You can easily opt for this for your home.

Rubber Slate

If you are looking for a natural roofing option then you can opt for rubber slate roofing in Adelaide . This can last for more than a hundred years. But remember, this roofing option can be damaged by satellite dishes and walking. Also due to heavy hail, it can be destroyed. So, depending upon your preference you should opt for the roofing option and install it at the earliest.

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masterbloggerau · 4 years ago

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Need To Have Roof Repairs Adelaide for Better Protection

Roofing is the most wondering and worth the investment of time and money. The roof is one of the biggest major components of the home, but emotionally. All the upgrades and renovations that a homeowner can make, installing a new roof is an especially smart choice. Roof Repairs Adelaide a house with asphalt, remove the old shingles or place the new shingles on the top of the existing layer. Roof repairs Adelaide comes in all shapes and sizes and needed on the inside of the home or the outside. It could handle these interior repairs just as easily as exterior repairs. Their family from the element and keeps the house warm and cozy.

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When it comes to getting the Slate Restoration Adelaide you need, you may think that all companies are the same. They come in, tear off what's there and replace it. What's there think about or otherwise plan for? What you may not realize is that some companies can do much more for you. They will work with you to ensure the system is the best for your specific needs. They can even provide you with a quote for services you have not thought about before that can enhance the protection of your home. Before you turn to just any company, be sure you are looking for a quality provider who can meet all of your needs.

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If you are working on restoring your home or you have a building that's historic, the last thing you want to do is to put on a slate that's wrong for the time period. At the same time, you need the slate material put in place properly. Some companies offer historic restoration work to ensure that what you get is both true to the period as well as something that's going to protect the home for years or come.

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Can Slate Roofs Be Repaired?

Explore expert insights on repairing slate roofs from Anthony Gray Roofing. Learn about the best methods, common issues, and maintenance tips to keep your slate roof in top condition. Get informed before you start your roofing project!

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Heritage Home Improvements Adelaide

Adelaide is renowned for its rich architectural heritage, boasting a beautiful array of classic homes that reflect the city’s history. From charming cottages to grand sandstone villas, these properties are treasured by many homeowners for their character and timeless appeal. However, maintaining and restoring these heritage homes requires care, expertise, and attention to detail to preserve their historic charm while meeting modern living standards. This guide will walk you through key aspects of heritage home improvements in Adelaide, helping you restore and revitalise your classic property.

Understanding Heritage Homes in Adelaide

Heritage homes in Adelaide often have a distinct architectural style, such as Victorian, Edwardian, Federation, or Bungalow designs. Many of these homes are listed under heritage protection, meaning that renovations must adhere to specific guidelines to preserve their historical significance. Before starting any restoration work, it’s essential to check whether your property falls under these heritage listings and consult with the local council for approval.

Key Considerations for Heritage Home Improvements

Respecting the Original Architecture One of the golden rules when restoring a heritage home is to respect its original design and architecture. This includes retaining key features such as ornate ceilings, timber detailing, leadlight windows, and stone facades. It’s essential to source materials that match the original style, as even small deviations can affect the authenticity of the restoration.

Upgrading with Modern Conveniences While maintaining historical features is important, incorporating modern conveniences is equally essential for comfortable living. Smart updates, such as energy-efficient lighting, updated plumbing, and improved insulation, can make a world of difference. The key is to seamlessly blend these modern upgrades into the existing structure without compromising the home’s historic aesthetic.

Roof Restoration and Repair Heritage homes often feature unique roofing materials, such as terracotta tiles or slate. Over time, these materials may wear down, leading to leaks or structural damage. When restoring your heritage roof, it’s important to use the correct materials and techniques to match the original design. Consider working with specialists who have experience in restoring heritage roofs to ensure quality workmanship.

Verandahs and Carports Many heritage homes in Adelaide feature verandahs and carports, which add to their classic charm. These outdoor structures may require repair or replacement, but it’s crucial to preserve their original design. Traditional verandah and carport specialists in Adelaide can help restore or recreate these features, keeping the architectural integrity intact while enhancing your outdoor space.

Maintaining Heritage Windows and Doors Windows and doors in heritage homes are often crafted with intricate details that are hard to replicate. Instead of replacing these features, consider restoring them. Timber windows and doors can often be repaired and repainted, maintaining their historical significance while ensuring they function properly.

Working with Professionals

Restoring a heritage home in Adelaide is not a typical DIY project. It requires skilled craftsmanship and expertise in working with historical properties. Partnering with professionals who specialize in heritage restorations can ensure that your home is restored with care, respecting its original character while meeting today’s standards.

Conclusion

Restoring a heritage home in Adelaide is a rewarding experience that allows you to preserve a piece of history while creating a comfortable living space for the future. By carefully planning your renovations, respecting the home’s architectural integrity, and working with experienced professionals, you can enhance the beauty and functionality of your classic property. With the right approach, your heritage home can continue to stand as a timeless gem in Adelaide’s rich architectural landscape.

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A royal relationship

Words: Katie Allen

On September 3 1939, Britain declared war on Nazi Germany. King George VI made a live radio broadcast in which he compelled the people of the UK and Commonwealth to “stand calm, firm, and united in this time of trial”.

It was a “grave hour” not only for the millions of people facing war – many for the second time in their lifetimes – but also for the king, who suffered from a debilitating stammer, and feared every speech he had to make.

It is a moment that formed the finale of the Oscar-winning film The King’s Speech, about the relationship between the king, played by Colin Firth, and his idiosyncratic speech therapist, the Australian Lionel Logue, played by Geoffrey Rush. But many may not know that the two men continued to work together through all the dark days of the war – or even that Logue was a resident of south-east London.

This astonishing story is brought to life in The King’s War, the new book by journalist Peter Conradi and Mark Logue, grandson of Lionel Logue. It is a follow-up to The King’s Speech, the bestselling book they worked on together to tie in with the release of the film. Both are based on Logue’s archive of diaries and letters as well as original research.

The first book was written very quickly, over “three or four months”, to be published in conjunction with the film. When thinking about a follow-up, “there was [still] a lot of material that we hadn’t really had time to digest properly,” Peter explains.

In addition, Mark had included his email address inside the first book and asked people who had memories of Logue – whom he himself had never met – to send in their recollections of him.

“We were very pleasantly surprised because there was a generation of people who had been patients of his in the late 1940s, early 1950s … They wrote in with reminiscences,” he says.

Peter continues: “Huge numbers of people had seen the film, and they thought the relationship ended with the broadcast on the outbreak of war – but that was really only a halfway point.

“The point of the [new] book is that during the war years, that relationship [between the King and Logue] became much more intense – much more important.

“We were both particularly keen to build up a picture of what was happening in the Logues’ homelife, what was happening in south-east London. The idea was to build up a picture of two families at war – the Windsor family and the Logues.”

Lionel Logue was born in Adelaide in 1880. He became an elocution teacher, and began to develop methods to help people with speech impediments, including using deep breathing, trying tongue twisters – and also delving into the psychological reasons behind difficulty with speech.

In the early 20th century, speech therapy was very much in its infancy – Logue did not have formal training or a medical or scientific background. In fact, many of his methods came from his experiences in oratory and amateur dramatics.

After the First World War, he used his skills to help soldiers whose ability to speak had been affected by gas – and to aid those with stammers, including a young journalist named Keith Murdoch, father of Rupert.

In 1924, Lionel moved to England with his wife Myrtle and three sons and opened a practice specialising in speech defects on Harley Street. He took on the-then Duke of York as a client two years later.

The Duke had suffered terribly from a speech impediment since childhood – not helped by the strictness of his father, George V. It was a problem that would only get more daunting as he unexpectedly became king in 1936 after the abdication of his older brother, the charismatic Edward VIII.

When he visited Logue in 1926, the Duke was still haunted by a notorious speech he had made 18 months earlier that had been interrupted by long, agonising pauses – and also fed up with quack doctors.

Logue insisted that the Duke come to his Harley Street office, and told him: “I can cure you. But it will need a tremendous effort by you. Without that effort, it can’t be done.”

While Logue helped many people, it was his relationship with his royal client of which he was most proud – in fact on one occasion when he spoke to the king on the telephone, he let his guests listen in on the extension.

“From the very beginning it was a very unlikely relationship,” says Peter. “I don’t know how many Australians the king knew – probably not very many. Lionel came from a reasonably affluent background, he went to a private school, [but] he was an amateur teacher of elocution who just found his way over time into this new discipline of speech therapy.

He was a very different kind of person from the kind of people that the king normally knew. He knew his place as he self-deprecatingly put it as a ‘common colonial’.”

The book portrays how Lionel would prepare the king for each broadcast or speech, often amending the words to reduce the chance of the king stumbling, and then wait in the room to help him through. It was essential assistance when the eyes of the world were turned to the king during a long and terrible conflict.

“Their relationship really did step up after the outbreak of the Second World War because the king’s role became more important as a rallying point for the nation. A lot began to ride on every speech and every broadcast that he made, and Lionel on most of the occasions was there – not just helping him prepare for the broadcasts, but also sitting by the king’s side when he made his broadcasts.”

The book is also an often harrowing examination of how London in particular suffered during the Blitz.

The Logue family had moved to Sydenham Hill in 1932, moving into an imposing Victorian villa called Beechgrove House on the edge of Dulwich Woods. Despite its distance from the core bombardment of the Blitz, the south-east of the city took a battering, including a direct hit on Dulwich College, on Cobbs department store on Kirkdale Road in Sydenham and a V-1 strike on Lordship Lane, which killed 23 people and injured 42.

A V-2 attack in 1944 hit a Woolworths in New Cross, killing 168 people and injuring more than 100. A devastating incident took place in 1943 in Catford, when a German plane machine-gunned a school playground and then bombed the school.

Both the Windsors and the Logues were directly affected. In 1940, Buckingham Palace received several direct hits. A few weeks after the September 13 strike on the Palace, a bomb came down near Lionel’s Dulwich home: “[It] blew my chimneys down and my slate roof off”, he wrote.

Lionel, just turned 60 in 1940, did his bit by joining the local Home Guard, which was based at Dulwich and Sydenham Golf Club. As in TV show Dad’s Army, the organisation was often amusingly amateurish – the book recounts an incident where the Guard, fearing a suspicious figure approaching the clubhouse one night eventually discovered it was the horse that pulled the golf club lawnmower.

However, Logue’s most important wartime role was in guiding the king. It was a relationship that deepened as the war progressed – up to a point.

The king could have a terrible temper. “To understand him one really has to understand the extent to which this speech impediment really weighed on him.” Peter says. “It made him very, very frustrated. [This] accentuated these bursts of temper – so-called ‘gnashes’. From what we’ve learned, one didn’t want to be around him when he was having a gnash.”

However: “they did become very very close indeed. I think people who’ve seen the film might think they had a very chummy relationship. There was a degree of huge warmth between them judging by the letters and diary, but also a kind of distance – they were certainly not on first-name terms. Lionel would not have called him Bertie.

“Logue never forgot that his patient was a king and treated him accordingly. And the same was true of his relationship with the Queen – it was very very respectful. One gets the impression he fancied her a bit as well.”

Readers will get a real glimpse into how the two men faced the war together. “This was a joint project. Lionel had a large number of patients, [but] in every respect, [the king was] his most high profile patient. The country, the empire, perhaps the world in a sense was judging how well he did.”

But in a bittersweet moment, by the time of the annual Christmas message in 1944, the king felt sufficiently confident to tell his therapist: “Logue, I think the time has come, when I can do a broadcast by myself, and you can have a Christmas dinner with your family.”

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The King’s War, published by Quercus, costs £14.99 and is out now

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