Tiles and time trials

So this post was originally going to be an update on the roof that went up today but there’s quite a back story to be told first.  This tale starts last summer when I decided I wanted some reclaimed roof tiles rather than new ones; partly to save money, partly for aesthetics and partly because it seems a bit wasteful to buy everything new when there are perfectly good materials to be found second-hand.  I asked the designer for his opinion and he said it was fine to use reclaimed (it’s the membrane that keeps the water out).  So I started to keep an eye out and after a little while some came up for sale.  The seller had bought the house about a year previously and the surveyor had said a new roof was required but the bank had insisted it was a completely new roof (including new tiles) so all the old tiles were stacked up in his garden.

These red clay tiles are commonly known as ‘rosemary tiles’ but ‘Rosemary’ is actually a brand name and these were mainly ‘Acme’ although there were a few rogue Rosemarys and others in there too.  I’d thought that my roof was of the same sort of tiles which had just dirtied to a brown colour as you could see one or two red ones – but I discovered a few ‘Acme Sandstorm’ tiles in amongst the reclaimed ones and realised my tiles must have been originally brown and the red ones much have been replacements – this was confirmed when I later saw the original architect’s plans which specified ‘Acme Sandstorm’.

There are supposed to be 60 rosemary tiles per square metre so I’d estimated I’d need about 1200 plus wastage for my extension.  I have no idea how many I ended up with, except it was definitely more than that!

So back to last July – the guy was happy for me to take the tiles away bit by bit. The house was near the grandstand so most dry days I would drive there at lunchtime, take off my heels and load up the boot of my car with as many as I dared – I think it could handle about 100 at a time.  As each tile weighed about 1.2kg this was quite a weight in the back of a Yaris – you could feel every bump on the drive home.  After work, I’d go to my house and unload them all, sorting them into ‘good’, ‘seconds’ and ‘no good’ and piling them up the garden accordingly (as no driveway existed at this point it was quite a chore carting them up and down the path).  It would take me about 45 mins in my lunch break to drive and load plus about an hour sorting and unloading on the way home.  I once borrowed my Dad’s car to do the shifting and although that could handle double the number of tiles, the access at the house in Douglas was so narrow I couldn’t get Dad’s car near enough to make it worthwhile.  I figured the same would apply to borrowing or hiring any other sort of vehicle, therefore I had resigned myself to this ongoing ordeal with the Yaris.  As the task was very dependant on the weather, other commitments and whether the owner of the house was at home or not (he worked shifts and if he was home his car blocked the access) it wasn’t long before the nights started drawing in and I hadn’t moved all the tiles.

Walking past the van hire place one day I spotted a dinky pickup truck – it was a DFSK Big Cab Pickup.  I looked it up on the internet and it was actually narrower than my car, had a payload of almost 1 tonne and it was £34.80 to hire for one day (24 hours).  So it was just the ticket – I reckoned I could move all the rest of the tiles in one go with that.  By now it was November – I daren’t leave it any longer as the days were short enough but the forecast for the weekend wasn’t great – the Saturday was horrendous but Sunday was better.  The van hire place is not open on a Sunday and is only open until 4 o’clock on Saturday so the only way to hire it for use on Sunday (and only pay one day rental) is to collect it at 3:30pm on the Saturday – which means you have to return it at 3:30 on the Sunday.

So I picked it up on the Saturday – promptly stalled it and couldn’t get it started again (they had to come out of the hire place to help me) and then decided I might as well make a little use of it Saturday evening and went and got a load of loft insulation from B&Q.

Pickup truck filled with insulation

A note on the insulation.  I’d previously got a price from the builders’ merchant for EarthWool. I also encountered a very enthusiastic stockroom guy who, in answer to every question I put to him, irrespective of relevance, kept shouting “You need fields of insulation! Fields of insulation!” complete with the hip swinging and arm flailing actions of someone miming throwing rolls of insulation out in every direction, I was then dragged into the corner by his mate who said to me slyly “don’t listen to him – he’s old school, that’s not the way you do it these days”.  Right…  But I digress, the EarthWool is made by Knauf, who also make a product called Ekoroll, it appears specifically for supply to B&Q.  I looked up both the EarthWool 44 I’d been quoted for and Ekoroll on the Knauf website and they had identical properties, except the EarthWool came in a larger roll.  As B&Q had an offer on the Ekoroll, it worked out cheaper and being a smaller roll is easier for me to handle, so I went for that.

So back to November, the pickup truck and the roof tiles.  That pickup was a horror to drive, even empty it felt like driving a tin can, fully loaded it was all over the place and as the indicators were on the right-hand side instead of the left, so I kept sending the windscreen washers flying – actually that’s not quite true, what really happened is that I trained myself to use the right wand for the indicators so effectively that for the next couple of weeks I was constantly mistakingly sending the washers going in my car.

Well, the following morning, I got up as soon as it was daylight and drove the pickup to the house in Douglas, where had to wake the guy up to move his car as he’d forgotten I was coming.  It was quite obvious I’d completely underestimated the number of tiles still to be moved, it took me almost two hours to fill the pickup and there were still loads left.  Here’s the full truck and the remaining tiles.

Tiles in the pickup

So I drove back to Ballasalla, by which time it was 11am and I was pretty sure I wasn’t going to manage to move all the tiles before the pickup had to be back at 4pm so I did whatever girl does when she’s got a problem and called Daddy.  Dad was 83 years old at the time and I wasn’t very keen on him moving tiles, so I asked him to come help sort them, if he could sort them into ‘good’, ‘seconds’ and ‘not good’, I’d do all the shifting. After about an hour or so, we realised we didn’t have time for the sorting and Dad said, “we need to pile them in the garden unsorted, go and get the next lot and then you can take the pickup back”.  So I conceded and that’s what we did, we managed to get the tiles unloaded, drive back to Douglas to load the next lot, then back to Ballasalla and unload.

As I watched my white-haired father stooping, bending and lifting all these tiles, I remembered turning 10 years old and my aunt informing me, that I wasn’t allowed to let Dad (at 62) carry me home from school on his shoulders any more as he was getting too old for it. Two decades on, I was feeling at lot more guilty.  We worked solidly, as fast as possible, without lunch or tea breaks.  After the second load, we took the pickup home to hose it down, then I took her to the petrol station to fill her up and returned it with 15 minutes to spare.

This is what the garden looked like at the end of that day.

Acme / Rosemary tiles in my garden

The good ones are stacked up against the house at the back.  The ‘seconds’ are in the foreground (you can see the wooden stick dividing them from the others).  The rest are all the unsorted ones. The ‘not good’ (aka broken) ones are not in the photo.

I reckoned we shifted between 1.5 and 2 tonnes of tiles that day.  Twice (into the pickup and then out of the pickup).  Even after all that there were still a couple of boot loads of tiles to be shifted in the following days and, theoretically, all the tiles to be sorted (I never did sort them).

Well, I was wrecked.  Absolutely wrecked, aching all over and bear in mind, I’d been moving these tiles for weeks so it’s not like I wasn’t in practice.  So how was Dad?

“I could have done another load” he said, as he pranced around making tea.
“Oh,” said I, “you’ll know about it tomorrow.”
First thing the following morning, I tentatively and sympathetically asked, “How are you?”
“You’re a gutless wonder!” was his only response.  He was, needless to say, absolutely fine.


Exterior paint – 8 shades of grey… and 4 of cream

As mentioned in my last post, I was supposed to pick a masonry paint colour on Saturday – instead this is how my paint making decision panned out:

  • 1 Castletown exterior paint colours recce (with Stacey in tow)
  • 1 Port St Mary exterior paint colours recce
  • 1 Onchan exterior paint colours recce (in the car with Dad)
  • 4 hours (approx.) spent attempting digital mockups
  • 3 trips to Travis Perkins
  • 4 trips to B&Q
  • 12 sample pots of paint (I’m not telling you how much I spent on paint samples)
  • 1 tin of pure brilliant white
  • 5 days of deliberation

Which all resulted in this rather fetching camouflage effect.

Camouflage Paint Effect

So who were the contenders?

In the grey corner we have:

  • Dulux Crystal Grey
  • Dulux Dusted Moss 3
  • Dulux Dusted Moss 2
  • Dulux Dusted Moss 1
  • Farrow and Ball Elephant’s Breath (was colour matched in Valspar)
  • Sandtex Plymouth Grey
  • Sandtex Soft Heather
  • Sandtex Gravel

In the cream / beige corner we have:

  • Sandtex Cotton Pelt
  • Sandtex Chalk Hill
  • Sandtex Sandblast
  • Sandtex Magnolia
  • Sandtex Cornish Cream (I could be wrong but I reckon this is the current paint colour)

I’m not going to tell you which is which as I’m not even sure any more and I think I might have painted over some of the creams.

Very surprisingly nearly all the greys looked completely different on the house to how they appeared on the sample cards or in the tin – they nearly all looked more purple!  The colour matched Elephant’s Breath was the only colour I didn’t buy especially, I’d already used this to paint the inside of the fireplace where the wood burner will go – inside it’s a lovely warm but pale grey, outside, it’s a grungy taupe (it’s the browny one under the window)! Crystal grey is quite simply lilac (rightmost one).  Dusted Moss 3, 2, and 1 don’t look remotely similar to each other considering they are mean to be the same shade (I’d bought 3 and decided it was ok but needed to be slightly lighter so got 2 and 1 only to discover they were entirely different).

I had started off wanting grey but despaired after the first five samples were all wrong, hence starting on the creams. The creams were closer to how I expected but there was still a lot of variation which wasn’t evident from the pot or sample board. Dad’s vote was (very strongly) in favour of magnolia but if I was going to go down the yellow tinged route at all, it was to wimp out and go for Cotton Belt – which is what I was seriously considering on Tuesday evening.  It’s the ‘warm white’ to the right of the door in the photo below.

Paint Samples

Next door is Pure Brilliant White though so I was worried that if I went for an off white it would just look dirty compared to next door – I also still wanted the window sill and frames to contrast.

Anyway, I’ve been obsessing over paint for 5 days now so time to wrap this up.  The winner is…..  Sandtex Plymouth Grey!  The darkest of them all.  In the top photo there is a bit of Plymouth Grey to the right of the window and a stripe along the bottom.  In the photo of the door, it’s next to the doorbell and it’s the grey underneath the window in this photo.

Paint Samples

Sandtex Gravel was a close runner up – I actually preferred Plymouth Grey on the front of the house and Gravel on the back.  Gravel is bottom left in the photo above.

So decision finally made, I dropped the paint off this morning and when I went past this evening the scaffolding had grown and the gable end was grey 🙂

Sandtex Plymouth Grey painted gable

Very, pale grey! I think that’s just one coat but I’m glad I didn’t go any lighter – I actually thought they must not have got around to painting when I first glanced at the house!

Paint it Black?

I know I’m three weeks behind with the building work updates but tomorrow I’ve got to go pick a masonary paint which means I need to decide what colour the house is going to be.

It’s currently a yellowy buttermilk shade which isn’t really my jam. The extension needs to be painted the same colour as the rest of the house, and if I’m going to paint the whole house, the gable end should really be painted while the scaffolding is up and before the roof goes on. So yeah, I need to pick it now.

So, what colour should I pick? Next door is all white – which is fine but I think it’s nicer to have some contrast with the windows and window sills. I also want everything to be grey – it’s an unavoidable fashion, I’m going to end up with a grey kitchen, a grey bathroom, grey carpets, grey house…

But, as every pun writer knows, there are 50 shades of grey and my initial thought was that I wanted a dark one à la 10 Downing Street. Bonus fact – Downing Street was originally only black due to years of London pollution, when they cleaned and restored the facade in the 1960s they discovered the bricks were yellow and were forced to paint them back to black to retain the iconic look.

Farrow and Ball’s Railings is a lovely, almost black colour which is so popular I was sure someone would have tried painting a house with it before.

After a bit of googling it was looking promising – there’s the Hazel Pear Inn in Acton Bridge.


hazelpear-afterPhoto source – Steve & Judy Pardoe

How much do the window frames ‘pop’?

Then there was this astonishing transformation of Arren Williams house in Canada.


Via House and Home

So, thinking I was maybe on to something I brought out the GIMP.

I took this photo from the start of the building project and had a quick go at ‘photoshopping’ it dark grey (I wasn’t aiming for perfection – just an approximation).

Shed Gone


Yeaaaahhhhh…… maybe not. I think it somehow manages to clash with the roof – which would never have occurred to me – thank goodness for the GIMP, eh?

So that’s ruled out one shade of grey, only another 49 to go….