Sunday, 4 September 2011
Old French framing
My girlfriend has long realised that she is with a timber building geek. She gets dragged round all manner of ancient churches, manor houses and architectural antiquities while I crane my neck skywards and enthuse over roof details. Being French, her native country is awash with all things old and wooden, and our road trips there this summer have been interrupted by heavy braking, reversing and unscheduled stops to take in classic old oak timber framed building.
Deep down, I think she quite enjoys it. Usually we end up in some unspoilt place, looking at remarkable craftsmanship, and washing it down with fine food and drink in warm sunshine. Maybe there's a career in this somewhere?!