Albert Duncan’s has hit the dust. Jonathan and I had a very cautious walk through the rubble when the job was half done, like naughty school boys venturing where they’re not allowed to go. It was a bit emotional for this old softie. Tip-toeing along the exposed floorboards, Jonathan murmured, “Oh well, you can’t put it back together now”.
Amid the sombre reality came deep appreciation. Taking a final stroll through the doomed cottage before the wrecking team moved in, I spoke aloud to it and leant my cheek against the chimney, as my way of thanking it for looking after me and, later, us.
The photos show a fascinating glimpse into an old construction technique not about to be revived: lath and plaster. It’s the method of constructing walls out of thin wooden battens, upon which is trowelled wet plaster. If that’s done its time, termites will be infesting homes forever. Albert Duncan’s had fallen victim to it for decade upon decade, and the home really had reached its expiry date. It made me pleased we didn’t spend a small fortune trying to dress it up for sale.
The new home will be going along and up – literally. Our first build team is scheduled to be on site late October, notwithstanding unpardonable game-playing from neighbours. We’re not feeling loved. But wait until the finished result boosts their home value, eh?
