I used to frame houses with my father through when I was going through school. He used to build about 1 house per year as a side job/project/hobby. It was always my job to use the nail gun (my father and his partner would layout the walls and help square everything up), and lets just say I could never follow the studs properly. I used to get chewed out for missing the studs with the nails as the building paper was applied to the walls while is was on the ground.
I was never officially told what nailing pattern to use. I would just throw a bunch of nails into the sheathing. Now that I am on the other side of the coin I know the importance of what I was doing back then.
That roof wouldn't survive a week in Shetland in Scotland.....
the locals sun bath behind stone walls because the wind is so high.
They have a tree next to the church called Da Tree. Its the tallest on the island at 12 ft tall and only survives because of the church acting as a wind break.
"Skippers of Hjaltland/Hrossey..."
Fond memories of the catering staff on Hrossey sprinting towards my elderly father at breakfast time on a rough crossing a couple of summers ago as he set off across the middle of the floor in search of porridge. They weren't to know that a rolling deck is about the only place he doesn't fall over.
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