It has been quite a while since I shared an update of our house renovations. The last time I wrote about what we got up to we started with the cement floor in the cellar. Since then, my parents have removed an asbestos pipe and put in a new waste water pipe, removed a concrete pillar and replaced it with a wooden pillar, added a water connection and continued with the concrete floor until the beginning of the staircase to the upper floor.
I think the video below says it all really. Two days of work trimmed down to four minutes. “If only it were so quick” my mum would say.
Yes, it’s done. It’s standing (still, as far as I know) and it is a beautiful wall.
When I say we built it, I mean, everyone contributed, but my mum actually put it together. So she definitely deserves all the hand and back massages in the world. Also, it’s her first wall and I think, there are a few more to come. Not just in this house, but likely also for one of her many other projects. I make her sound like a wall-building machine (I mean, she is. I’m amazed!), but she also needed a well deserved break in between lifting bricks (13kg each) and jamming mortar in gaps.
It was that time again to go to Fitou, France, to continue working on our ruin. Last time we rid it pretty much of everything possible and only walls and floors are still standing.
This time, it was all about levelling the floor in la cave (a.k.a cellar) as well as getting started on building a wall.
Yes, we’re still getting rid of stuff in our house renovation project, which we started a month ago. This time it was all about demolishing walls and a giant chimney and other various bits and pieces, and then getting the remnants of destruction out of the house. Oh and there was more poo.
A little over two years ago, my husband and I had the opportunity to not only buy one house in the south of France, but two. Yes, I know, this sounds very romantic and all, but… The two houses needed a lot of attention. I say that in the past tense, because the first house was finished last summer thanks to my oh-we-love-renovating-old-houses parents. It’s beautiful, it’s yellow and you can have a look at a whole lot of photos from the renovations here.
Now on to the second house. I guess you can still call it a house. It has walls and floors (on most levels) and someone did live in it. Mind you, when we got the assessment, it was rated as non-habitable. To this day, I don’t understand how someone could have lived in such conditions at all. There was an old man living there before with dogs and chicken (possibly rats and mice and other things).