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Mind the Doors!

Oct 17, 2021 | The Grand Adventure | 20 comments

“You’ll only do it once,” they said. Those wise sages who think they know everything about living in an English cottage built for our 16th-century ancestors who were, on average, 5’5″.

They are of course referring to the inevitable – and painful – head meets beam scenario.

They are wrong about only doing it once.

As humans, we are destined to repeat our mistakes, and you can add walking into munchkin-height beams and doorways as one of life’s many repeated mistakes if you happen to live in a 16th-century cottage.

It doesn’t matter how much it hurts, you just know you’re going to do it again next week.

Here’s the problem.  Our ceilings are low, at worst around 6′.  Not too bad, you might be thinking. A little awkward for Russell in some spots, but workable.

But the beams are lower.

low slung beam in the living room

This one in our living room, for example, is a large chunk of solid wood that lies waiting at 5’6″. I know it’s 5’6″ because my hair brushes against it as I glide under.

Russell on the other hand is 6’2″ and doesn’t. He face-plants it.

And the doorways are lower still. Built to retain the heat, you have to duck below the 4’11” frame into our bedroom. Then duck again to miss the 5’3″ beam that divides the room in half.

The ceiling is higher. Much higher.

Low beams

At some point, possibly in the 19th century when the average height of men soared to 5’10”, the inhabitants of our cottage could stand it no longer (literally) and raised the ceiling to a more workable height. But they left the original beam in place out of respect for our ancestors.

It’s a rather beautiful old beam. Arched and honey-coloured, and reinforced with an ancient strip of steel, bolted across its length. Pretty to look at. Pretty bloody fatal if you miscalculate your step on a cold winter’s night on your way to the loo.

So, what to do about low doorways and beams? We can’t raise them or get rid of them (Grade II listed cottage) and anyway, who’d want to? One of the many workmen we’ve had through our house told us the beams are likely to be a couple of centuries older than the house itself. Like 14 centuries old.

Back in 1600 when our cottage was built they used timbers from decommissioned ships for the framework. He pointed out some of the holes, divots and even an old steel bolt that would have been made when the timber was first used on a ship.

Our house is virtually dripping in history.

We made one compromise after the sixteenth time Russell hit his head on our bedroom doorframe (and, yes, I’ve done it a couple of times too. It hurts). He fashioned a head protector from a swimming pool noodle (there it is in the photo).

Doorway head protector

We’re thinking of patenting it.

Meanwhile, I yell at every workman and visitor to the house, “mind the doors!”, and continue to make sympathetic noises when Russell backs into a beam, smacks his forehead against a door,  or generally gets bitten by our wonderful, historic, low-slung house.

Ouch!

 

20 Comments

  1. Debbie Lorking

    The joys of English cottage living 🤣.Quite ingenious of Russell to think of a pool noodle . Hope you both get used to it with not too many sore heads xx

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    • Mel Wicks

      Getting there, Dubsie!

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  2. Jenny Amos

    Thanks, Mel. Great to see photos, too, but …. my poor brother! Hope the tradies escaped largely unharmed!

    Love to you both. xx

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    • Mel Wicks

      He’s learning. Slowly, but surely.😍

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  3. Shelagh

    Love the pool noodle helmet….or, in marketing terms “A noodle for your noggin”.

    I was wondering how Russell’s 6ft2in would cope…and nowI know. Nonetheless lovely to have all that history around….

    I guess you aren’t planning on invi5too many asketball players for dinner?

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    • Mel Wicks

      Luckily we don’t know any basketball players

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  4. Gayleen Toll

    Did you not watch escape to the country..Colin goes on and on about the beams….

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    • Mel Wicks

      We are Escape to the Country fans. We just didn’t realise how low the beams were😊

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  5. Carolyn Dwyer

    Too funny Mel – we’ll visit wearing helmets and padding.

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    • Mel Wicks

      We’ll raise the roof when you come, metaphorically speaking!

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  6. Sue Mudge

    Ouch! Love this latest post Mel – immediately transported to the 16th century! The cottage looks lovely and is that the chimney wall in the bedroom?- very cosy to go up at night in winter if you are using the fire. Perhaps Russell needs to just walk on his knees inside🥴

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    • Mel Wicks

      Yes, Sue. The chimney goes up all the way through the house. We haven’t lit it yet, but I’m sure we will before too long. I’ll pass your hot tip on to Russell. Not a bad idea!

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  7. Mike Mabbutt

    Wonderful story!! Hope your head recovers soon, Russ! The price of cosiness -but worth it for the cottagey ambience ….

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    • Mel Wicks

      Thanks Mike

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  8. Dale

    Beam to door lintel- Here comes Russell. Looks like he has had one to many. Brace yourself!

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    • Mel Wicks

      Ha! Not far off the mark!

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  9. Petrina

    Who would have thought to ask before signing a lease … and are there any low beams 🤣🤣🤣

    Sounds like a place built for us neither of us pass 5’5”

    Love your blogs always interesting and so funny.
    Big hugs 🤗

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    • Mel Wicks

      Thanks,Trina

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  10. gaye scott

    Wonderful story Mel.

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    • Mel Wicks

      Mainly true!

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