doctor Bob":dczj5v6w said:
Calling bm101, calling bm101....................
this is your chance to show your stone carving skills, not sure Garno wants a frog riding a moped like you did last time but come on.......... this is your moment of glory.
:wink:
Actually you pair of jokers... I used to build dry stone walls in Snowdonia for a couple of years. I'd tell you all my secrets but you've upset me because I'm very sensitive. So I'm not.
Alright. Go on then. A couple of addenda to Trainee Neophyte's excellent post.
The stone you have locally will determine the style of wall. If you are lucky enough to have flattish riven stone you're laughing. Welsh field stone was roundish like small boulders. :| It's a natural talent, some blokes could do it, after a while, just about, but you'd see them pick up rocks and , turn them round, put them down. The best guys looked at the piles,saw the rock among all the other rocks and used it because they had a talent for seeing them stand out. I reckon that's why the pro's don't put a bit down unused tbh. It's just one of those uncanny things. What you are always looking for is the face edge. The bit you will see when the wall is built. everything else can be worked around.
The footing is vital simply because it levels out. Get it flat and don't dig out more than you need to because no sane person over 35 likes digging when it's unnecessary. If you do go deep in places and replace soil try your best to compact it well. Then compact again.
Sort your rock into 2 or 3 sized piles. Really.
Battering as Mike mentions is vital. The guy I learnt from was a fan of marking out with string lines. Then you build a scrap wood frame the dimensions of your finished wall. Then make another. One at either end. When you lay your foundation courses add string lines as you gain height otherwise they will get in the way.
Build your ends up first by 3 or 4 courses and keep some of your best sized stone for these. Get up a few central courses laid up then raise your ends again. Go back to the central lengths. Repeat till you can't stand anymore and go and have a beer or you are finished.
Keep some long rocks to one side, plant these in the wall at intervals across the width to tie it together. All the walling I did at least was based upon the single basic principle that you have two flat faces both at reclining angles so they sit back on each other and gravity does the rest.
If you think for a moment you might possibly be going off course you are.
Stop! Walk away for a moment or two. This is vital. Then come back take the offending rock out and throw it to the back of a pile. Maybe the two before that.If you try to recover a flat face it's already too late. Your wall will sag. Might just be cosmetic but you will
always see it.
T.Neophyte uses soil because they are heathens in Kernow. :twisted:
People use different things, I always knew it as heartstone. So we would keep all the small bits and use them to wedge the bigger bits, and so on eternally. You kind of end up with a void area in between the two faces of the wall as the lean in on each other but this overegging it a bit. It's not a
void. it's lots of irregular small spaces but it does need regular packing out. It's your mortar equivalent. We used slate waste from Bethesda quarry because it was free (also MONSTER Trucks with wheels as big as our flatbed truck used to dump it into the bed. Always a bit nervy .:shock: ) but
summat needs to go in there.
I have seen some guys (*whistles) doing walls for domestic projects deliberately leave small
bridged spaces in the walls. Generally bridged with slate or summat suitably flat. This dastardly practice allows gardeners and other plant loving types to insert fern plugs and other nefarious plant life into their walls. Just saying it goes on. I know. Shocking. Or painting yoghurt on to promote the growth of lichens. F*** M* Right! Whatever next.
I did a small all slate garden for a motorbike enthusiast in Bethesda once. This was no challenge technically, all the slate was quarry waste and cut square. Like building in grown up grey lego . It was literally like building Lego Batman's garden.
"Any colour as long as it's black or very very dark grey."
If you haven't seen Batmans Lego Movie. Do yourself a favour.
The ferns and so on we added in via this bridging looked the nuts . Just saying. Even made a slate ramp for his batcycle... motorbike...
I have family up there although I'm not fortunate enough to live there anymore. When on the odd (lovely) occasion I drive the A5 I look at all the walls I built. They will be here when I am long gone.
That's me not sharing any advice Garno. That will teach you and Dr Bob for hurting my feelings.
Pair of Monsters.
Regards,
Chris
Edit. Ps:
A dry stone walling story.
Me and Kev, Kev was a local lad, boxer, nice guy, quiet but you know, solid presence. Not easily moved.
We were always working in fairly quiet places. I liked Kev a lot. Older than me and no nonsense. He never lied to you. didn't speak a lot just got on with it. He was your Doberman of human personalities. Top man. Simple priorities. If he growled you stepped back.
One job we worked on was particularly remote. It was one house on a quiet mountain pass that lead to nowhere in particular. You might see 3 cars all day. Kev was at one end me at the other.
It's a beautiful summers day btw. Heaven really when I look back. What would I give for that now? you have to wonder.
Anyway. I digress.
So I glance up I pause. Wtf!
Along this mountain road in the middle of nowhere I see a group of people, 8 strong maybe. All in black suits. Some men, some women. Its like summat from a horror movie.
Ohhh God they are here to kill me I think. It's a cult. I look up at the skies to see if they have their own crows and ravens as familars. No sign. Probably hiding.
Anyway they approach.
I look as menacing as possible.
Hello they say, can we interest you in talking about Jehovas witnesses?
My Jaw drops.
Are you F*****ng winding me up?!?
We are in the middle of nowhere. And they walked here. In black suits. In summer. What the F....!
Ahh. To be honest you are probably a bit late for me I say. I fear my soul is to far gone to be redeemed.
But... And I can see the hope in their eyes at the talk of redeeming souls. The desperation to help an unbeliever.
Mind you I say, I pause, drawing them in. It's odd you have arrived here today.
Why? they chirp in union like jackdaw chicks waiting to be fed.
Well it's odd. I say. See that fella working over there? I gesture at Kev.
Yes they craw, desperate for a victim.
Well. It's odd. See my workmate over there. Hes been talking lately about finding Jesus and God lately. I don't get it. I say
You could have plugged them in at this point and run your house off the static electricity.
Well it's odd.... I hang it out a bit because this is a great distraction from hard graft.
What!?! calls the Hive Mind. They can sense the hunt.
Well. I say. It's odd but go and have a chat.He loves talking to random people and funny enough he's been talking about finding Jeebus lately what with tragically losing his wife.
Can I just say one thing I say. He's nigh on stone deaf so make sure you really shout.
Thanks! says the hive mind.
They walk on with a new invigorated sense of purpose. I sit down to watch from a safe distance...