So, the papers had to sex up our story, to make good headlines I suppose?
Somehow our breakdown of costs got lost in translation somewhere along the line? If you did see our episode on George Clarke’s Amazing Spaces, Series 5, Episode 7, we stated our final total at roughly £1500.
Below (if at all interested) is the my revision of the Daily Mail’s breakdown of costs. They were sent these figures originally but they had an urge to tweak them?
Old lorry trailer (Not a farm cattle trailer): Free, Preowned by Kyra’s parents
Sliding doors: Free, From Christian’s Nana’s house
Glass for windows: (Correct) £80 for 15 panes from Ebay
Washing Machine Door: (Correct) Free from friend
Solid Oak Floor: Half free from Christian’s parents kitchen, half bought in half price sale from Wickes: £47
Corrugated tin used for external walls: Left over building materials from previous farm builds, salvaged from the farm
Box profile tin sheet on roof: All but two sheets salvaged from farm, two bought from local panels and profiles company £44
Ridge flashings: Free, salvaged from the farm
Other flashings: Free, from local panels and profiles company
Front door: Pulled from neighbours skip (Permission given) Taken apart and rebuilt
Glass Triangle gable end: £150 from local glass company
Hinges: Screwfix/Toolstation £20
Lock: Screwfix/Toolstation £10
Sterling OSB board for internal walls: £210 purchased in bulk
Steel beams for trailer (Not floor and ceiling): Half salvaged from farm, half purchased at discount: £300
Battens: Free, Found on farm
Studs and timber for trailer base & Stud walls: £150
Bed frame: Ours
Desk: from our IKEA bed head
As for the comments on our story. I don’t like focus on the negativity of others, especially if they know nothing about me or my story. It is counter-productive and there is enough negativity and hatred in the world without having to submerge myself into it, so apologies if our story offended you in some way? It was never meant to offend, only to inspire others to use up unwanted junk for good, to clear up our scrapyard of a farm a bit and to give ourselves a bit of extra living space. Somewhere along the line this was lost?
However, for those who had encouraging words to say and cared to share their stories with us, thank you profusely for your kind words and encouragement.
Below are some quotes that help me to stay straight on the road of good mental health and to maintain the kindness I have always had asserted in my by my family and upbringing. Treat others how you would wish to be treated.
I have mixed emotions for today, almost like Christmas. You’ve waited so long for this one day to come for the approx 15mins worth of surprise then its all over. Part of me wants to sit in a room alone and watch/cringe at the editing of the show, see how they have portrayed us, and the other half thinks, you know what?! It’s not everyday you get to be part of something big! Something that only a few get to do. And God damn it I am proud of what we achieved. It wasn’t bloody easy, in fact I hated a large percentage of the process. But much like I would imagine childbirth, you go through so much pain and tears and anger for the magical end result. A sketchy drawing on a scrapy piece of paper to it being there. In front of us. There. Our own cabin. We built it. We spent every last penny on it. Our own money. No scrimping off family. So yes, I am nervous of how it is going to be portrayed but fuck! I am proud of what me and my man Montez achieved, with a little help from our friends
P.S. I have absolutely no doubt that child birth is ten times harder btw, (for want of a better comparison)
Our story came out in the Hereford times today! A week earlier than we anticipated but hey! Our first (and hopefully only time) of reaching page 3 in a newspaper! It gives a rough outline of what we’re trying to achieve.
Although I must correct one thing, we have not stolen all of the doors and windows from Christian’s Nana’s house. Just a set of glass sliding doors, of which the whole cabin was designed around.
Due to the relaxation of planning laws, anyone with a garden can build within permitted development rights. Our cabin resides within the garden, taking advantage of this law, we are lucky however in that we can can take our cabin out into the fields for 28 days consecutively without planning permission.
By using the amenities of the house for cooking and bathing it is classed as an ancillary dwelling. The cabin doesn’t have a kitchen yet, but we do hope to do some home improvements over time, including a composting toilet. We do have a log burner, we just need to install it fully and get it HETAS Safety checked by a professional.
The plan is to build more cabins and provide the facilities for people to experience the tiny house phenomenon and even create a ‘build your own tiny home’ workshop.
As for us living in this space, all of our family and friends think we are nuts to attempt it. We are currently in the process of minimalising our possessions into what we actually need, not what we think we need. This is an on going process….a very looong, hard process, but it is a very fulfilling feeling, almost like an ex-foliation of your life, getting rid of dead skin (not literally, we don’t have a tin of dead skin Austin Powers’ Goldmember styley). All of this, so that we can afford our own ‘home’.
It’s been a long week. Productive at times, but mostly hair pullingly, scream at a wall, shoot me in the face frustrating.
Started on the interior, storage wall & desk, larch cladding around porthole window and the front door. Turns out the one door that fits perfectly is the shining-esk (axe murdering hacked styley that is) that we came across in the barn, saved from a skip by my Uncle.
This weekend we had Christian’s uni mate curly and his lady Kirsty come to visit and lend a hand. We’ve almost finished cladding the longest sides now. Loving the patchwork appeal about it now. These sheets were bought about 20 years ago by my father, in his wisdom to separate each sheet he put a feed bag between them. The rusty brown patches is all that is left of said feed bags.
We managed to get the tin on the roof with some help from family, but unfortunately we were three sheets short so a visit to Thomas panels and profiles at Leominster was needed. Very helpful people there to give us advice on how to fit the windows and the flashings around the joining sheets. Luckily we had some old land rover blue paint, although a shade to light compared to the existing panels, it’s probably my favourite colour. Also Christian surprised me with this beauty in the same paint.
I came back from Dursley to find Christian had been a busy boy and not only fitted the oak floor (quite literally pinched from under his parents feet), he had also managed to clad the porch and lay the decking! I should stay away more often I think!
We took advantage of Christian’s parents coming to check out our progress, by roping them in to manoeuvre the sliding doors in place. Very precariously standing on open joists whilst lifting them in place at silly angles. It is amazing the difference it has made to the space. The doors were rescued from Christian’s Nan, and everything was designed around those dimensions, so it was a real relief to see them slot in place so well. *happy sigh*