This is the workshop ceiling. The big beam left to right used to hold up half the house and the two floors above it.
Really, it doesn’t do that job any more. The original bearers that sit on this tree trunk and held up the salon floor have had newer joists run alongside them to do the necessary support work. With both ends embedded in the stone walls they now do what any modern suspended floor support does without requiring half a tree also.
The woodworm, by the way, was treated the minute we bought the hovel.
I shan’t cover or paint this. It is my house’s bones in plain sight for all to wonder at ( i.e to wonder “Mon Dieu, why did they buy this place? will it collapse over our heads?)
Note in photo 1 the ironic essential French house restoration props; hard hats and WD40.
This space has been cleared because I threw a hissy fit after Trevor moaned that he couldn’t access anything in there. Half the stuff below left is going to the dump. Trev can now see his workbench for the first time in years below right (he has been improvising with saw horses in the cave) I can see the underneath of my Spanish Ceramic Sink. And I can see that this workshop WILL be a decent size.Result.