Corbels and Newel Posts: The only way is up

I have always dreamt of having a garret to dwell in, make art, think, sulk, cry, dream. And TJ always said he wanted to live in an attic. Rebecca wants a basement, but there's none in this house. But there is a big attic. So we got chatting in the pub, as you do, and found that a mate of ours who lives down our new street, a taxi driver called Brian, has his attic done without lowering the first floor ceiling. So we went to have a look, and liked what we saw. Long story short (too late!) we got cracking. Well, not us, but our tame builder. Now Brian had told us it was messy; he'd gone on a foreign holiday for a fortnight while he'd had his done. But nothing prepared me for the mess this made. A century of soot. Wow. It went EVERYWHERE. But the space it's made is beautiful. But I'm just going to show you some teasers today;