Not gratuitously, you understand, but for sound aesthetic reasons. Having read Osyth’s latest post in which she reveals, literally, the underpinnings of her particular French village house, I am nostalgic for the fun and excitement of our demolition days chez nous.
I laughed so much at her post that I very nearly had an old-lady accident.
The vile tiles above were the ceiling of choice in some of our rooms. Hacking off these and the supporting framework in the tulip bedroom revealed several cubic metres of previously hidden space and completely changed the proportions and illumination in there. Why would anyone cover up those stone walls or that beautiful beam?
The only possible explanation is insulation, but there is no perceptible difference in winter temperatures in that room even without the the new insulation and boarding out we are planning in here. There were also doors that really are not needed, between salon and kitchen and at the bottom of the second staircase; yet the house holds it’s heat just as well without them.Then there was the glass, wood and formica dividing wall in the kitchen/diner.
THE KITCHEN CEILING
Derrn, der dern dern , dernnnnnnn!