Renovation our barn to a boutique chalet has been a long and rewarding journey.
When the building team started work in January 2016 it seemed like we had a very long way to go to transform our 1850s Savoyard barn to a boutique chalet and, what our designs promised to be, our dream home.By mid December 2016 we were here…
Here are the key moments of the renovation of our barn to boutique chalet since my last update.
In May the reclaimed wood bardage/cladding on the outside was almost complete so that work could start in earnest on the interior.Slowly the interior took shape with the apartment ready for us to fit the kitchen and floor and the electricians finishing off the lighting in the headboards we had built…
As the Tour de France arrived in June
we moved in to the barn, still far from a boutique chalet but in the apartment we had already fitted the wooden floor and kitchen. Now we could more easily work each day on the house along side the building team…
In July whilst the builders were still on site I painted the stairs we had designed so that the reclaimed wood treads could be fitted in place…
and we took advantage of the many hands on site to install our rather large and delicate granite worktop for the main kitchen… When the builders completed their part of the renovation of the barn, at the end July, we felt so near yet so far from our boutique chalet.
We then spent a fun, exhausting and fascinating five months completing the barn renovation ourselves. From fitting floors to building furniture, painting walls to making skirting trims.Each day getting a step closer…
As the Mont Blanc Rallye transformed the town at the end of August…Our barn was transforming with the arrival of our contemporary Focus fireplace…
Visitors in September prompted us to completely finish one bedroom
on the day they arrived, their room at least was one expected in a boutique chalet!
A booking for the apartment in October put focus back on the apartment transforming it from our temporary living/work space …
to a boutique chalet apartment ready for our guests…as we celebrated Adam’s birthday upstairsjust a little lacking in furniture and finishing touches.Next priority, the main kitchen to be trimmed with reclaimed, and brushed old wood found in the barn or salvaged from the old bardage …and coffee machine, hooray!Realising our design for the master bathroom…became a race against the weather when snow started to fall as we were fitting the glass.but we made it a reality in November
By December we were exhausted but still determined to stick to the plan and completely finish in time for the winter. We had to get creative to fit the lights in our double height living room…and enjoyed making bespoke furniture from old, gnarly wood we found in the barn
Adam, deservedly, put his feet up on his bespoke coffee table and admired his hand-made TV stand.
Finally by mid December we were almost done. Time for a quick trip to a funky, retro furniture shop to find breakfast bar stools (the two in the middle with the wooden seats)and with our last bit of energy, reclaimed wood from the barn and time before Christmas we made storage boxes for the bedrooms…We would go in to production if only we had more old wood…
Then we enjoyed very special times with family and friends in our new home, finally renovated from the old barn to boutique chalet.
Rustic harmonised with contemporary style was the idea we had from the first day we saw our traditional French barn and created the vision of the contemporary home it would become.
We have marvelled at the beauty of the rustic materials and traditional craftsmanship and enjoyed how the new materials and contemporary techniques are harmonising with old as our boutique chalet gradually emerges.
The main part of the traditional building was the old wood structure where animals would once have been kept with a small living quarters, in stone, below. It was certainly rustic and, to us at least, crying out for a contemporary re-imagining. As soon as we saw the wonderful craftsmanship and the traditional internal structure we saw how with the juxtaposition of contemporary style and new materials alongside rustic old wood we could create a stylish modern home here.
As more of the existing, traditional barn structure was uncovered we re-designed our layout to be sure our contemporary home retained as much of the original, rustic style as possible and replanned how our contemporary furnishings would fit and harmonise with it.
As the traditional bardage (panelling) was stripped away it gave us lots of old wood planks, not enough and too damaged unfortunately to reclad the new, contemporary building but plenty we hope to salvage and create some traditional character inside.
When the wooden framework was sandblasted the beauty of the traditional structure revealed was breath-taking.
We also sandblasted an old cupboard left by the previous owner, it really added nicely to the vast range of tones and textures in the different woods in the barn.
As spring started to arrive the building held on to its rustic appearance as new wood arrived and was incorporated into the structure.
The traditional barn has been here since 1850 and we hoped still sturdy enough to withstand our, well intentioned, contemporary interventions.
Old wood merges with new as contemporary techniques and fresh materials start to create the floors and walls of, what will be, our boutique chalet within the rustic, traditional framework.
The mezzanine created for our master bedroom and contemporary ensuite bathroom will sit directly under the traditional wooden roof boards.
More contemporary building materials are gradually integrated into the structure and wood salvaged from the barn is being cleverly used to create new structures.
As the snow disappeared from Morzine and Montriond (at 1000m) we were suddenly a little more exposed than we liked as the old wood on the roof needed to be removed and replaced with reclaimed wood.
Soon the team had reclaimed roof boards in place for our new roof to maintain the rustic and traditional look and we were able to progress the build of the contemporary chalet inside.
With the chalet dry inside the building of the contemporary home is progressing at a pace. Lorry loads of contemporary building materials arrive and at times you do wonder how all of this modern material will fit in! This is just the insulation for the roof…
With ‘Grand Designs’ style modern techniques we created old and rustic looking from new materials, burning and brushing new pine to create our own ‘vieux bois’.
Gradually, over ten months, the traditional and still very rustic looking barn was transformed into a modern and contemporary home…
always harmonising rustic and traditional with the contemporary style.
Having managed the renovation of several houses in the UK we were now looking forward to and prepared for some French building and renovation lessons too.
Three months into our renovation of an old French barn in the Portes du Soleil and our weeks have already been filled with, emotional and financial ups and downs, and many lessons in French building.
French building lesson 1 – trust the local systems
With our planning permission, to transform the barn into a chalet, approved prior to our taking ownership in December the first French building lesson was an easy and enjoyable one, though the ‘Compromis de Vente’ certainly tested our French language skills.
The building team were ready to go in January, come rain, shine and hopefully (with our snowboards at the ready) lots of snow! The old barn is on the ‘grid’ but had not been lived in for several years; a few pipes draped from the walls where the long gone sink, toilet and bath had sat, bare wires poked from the ceilings and lifeless sockets hung from the walls.
So experience tells us that our first job was to ensure there would be water and electric or we would risk mutiny without the facility for cups of tea and coffee and power for tools too of course.
Our planning approval dossier from the Montriond Marie included a form for us to request the water to be reconnected as well as information required to have electricity switched back on.
Water reconnection form completed and French cheque written (there is another lesson!) we visited the Montriond Mairie mid December with the hope of having water switched on before January and enjoyed our most surprising French lesson so far. Bernadette made a phone call whilst we waited and a few minutes later said that ‘the water would be switched on but not until around 3pm that afternoon, was that ok?’ Amazing not just ok!
French building lesson 2 – have courage Since the water had been so easy we asked advice on how we might have the electricity switched on, the answer was not so encouraging ‘it is not so easy, I am not sure exactly how you do it I only know that you need courage and time’.
A few days and several phone calls later we did find the right person to speak to at ERDF and they booked an engineer to visit just a few days later. He looked rather perplexed as he got out of his van clearly expecting to see a habitable dwelling not a tumble down building but still within twenty minutes he had re-established power to the house and reset the meter. We have light! and under floor heating too which seemed a little bizarre when insulation material exposed through holes in the wood clad walls was moss!
French building lessons 3 – let the building show you the way
The builders started the renovation first by emptying out all of the dusty old wood, taking down the wobbly looking hay loft and stripping out the interior to its basic frame.
For the first few weeks each morning our visits to site were rewarded with more of the stunning original framework of the barn and the majority in good condition. We and the whole team were like excited children in a sweet shop and we all quickly agreed that our current layout would hide or remove too much of the wonderful materials and craftsmanship that was now apparent.
The demolition and clearing work continued as we scratched our heads, shuffled walls, beds and bathrooms within the restrictions of the revealed structure finally to confirm a new chalet interior layout that preserves and exposes as much as the framework as possible and allows great views of the mountains from the main rooms.
French building lesson 4 – prioritise local life
The next French building lesson followed quickly; we needed a new water pipe into the house and the only way in was into the kitchen underneath what would be the garage back to the mains connection at our boundary edge not a big deal at all however since the gentleman booked with his digger to do the work also operates one the local snow ploughs each fresh fall of snow, though eagerly anticipated and welcomed by the majority including us, meant a frustrating delay as Jerome had to prioritise ensuring roads to Morzine and Montriond were clear of snow. A nice lesson on French local life and priorities.
On a rainy day we were all smiles as Jerome and his digger made fast progress. That afternoon the digger was still going, deeper & towards the road, and all faces and bodies looked tired. With a quickly sought permission from the mairie, the road was cordoned off and the digger pierced the tarmac, finally finding the connection point to the main pipe in the centre of the road.
Leaning on the safety rails across our unplanned trench next to grass verges churned by cars forced around and off the roadway not the ideal time of place to meet our nearest neighbours but that are friendly and understanding and we think have already forgiven the disruption.
Lessons in French bureaucracy and diplomacy that the team took in their stride.
French building lesson 5 – go with the flow but be persistent and follow your heart
The last, for now, and the hardest, the funniest and most eye-opening so far…
Though it feels alien we are hoping each snow fall is the last of the season as unless the roofer has a dry spell in which to open and re-close the lid of the building the work inside will grind to a halt.
In a few glorious, sunny days several tons of slate are removed from the roof to reveal very old, grey roof boards; beautiful warm brown underneath where they will be exposed but dappled with rot above and treacherously thin. The roofer estimates new tiles were laid around 60-70 years ago but were laid on top of already damp boards.
Debate ensues as to how much of the beautiful, original roof boards can be saved but the roofer must build a roof that complies with the rules, will cope with the possible burden of 40tons of snow and with a 10year guarantee therefore unfortunately the final decision is driven by him.
Our hearts sink the following morning; the roof is stripped bare of all but a few planks and the site deserted. We search the messy pile of discarded timber in the vain hope of finding salvageable bits of wood but the roofing team have carefully put aside the few planks that are not too ravaged by time and damp to be used again.
We gaze up unbelieving at the blue sky through what remains of the roof structure, a sad but stunning sight all at once. We fight back tears and anger, take a deep breathe and go to find the team and a solution.
Over coffee we review the options to replace the 250m2 of roof boards, all additions to the budget; new pine – no way!; old wood maybe but at 65€ per metre square too much; new ‘dead-standing’ wood, being the direct translation from French, but even the character of the knots and fissures cannot obscure the pale shine of new pine. We leave with the only agreement that we need to figure out how to replace our rotten old wood with good, reclaimed, old wood.
The hillsides in the French alps are scattered with seemingly forgotten old wooden buildings and piles of old wood, put aside for a future use and not for sale it seems but the local grape-vine suggested there may be ‘vieux bois’ for sale at a few wood yards. Adam and I headed down the mountain with, Simon, one of the building team along for expert advise and French translation as needed in search of 250m2 (~6m3) of reclaimed timber but specifically in lengths of 3-4m long and a consistent thickness between 21-27mm, ideally tongue and groove too.
The first broccante was fascinating with rows of old gondola cabins alongside an array of ancient doors but distinctly lacking old wood.
We pressed our noses against the tall metal fence of the next wood yard trying to see if the piles of wood we saw were worth trying to contact the owner and gain access. We had decided it wasn’t worth it and turned away when a car pulled up and an old gentleman curled himself slowly out. He greeted us with hand-shakes for everyone, as is customary, and his round, smiling face, framed with swept back grey hair above and a hastily tied cravat below, told us he was very pleased to see us. We politely explained what we needed and he was sure he had what we were looking for. He led us through grass corridors lined with higgledy-piggledy piles of all shapes and sizes of old wood that beautifully framed the snow topped mountains in the distance.
Our first conclusion had been correct and the old gentleman didn’t have anything that we could use for the roof but he was insistent he could provide what we needed and very persistent. Not enough? he would find more. Not brushed or processed enough? not a problem he had a friend that could do that. Too thin for the roof? his own roof was made with wood like this. Simon bravely left his mobile number and promised to call him if we didn’t find anything better.
The next wood yard was our last hope and as soon as we drove into the yard we could see that here we could find what we wanted. We found a few pallets of old wood that were the right specification and the owner, Frank, announced that we should agree a deal with a Grappa.
From an old wooden cabinet in the corner of his homely kitchen emerged a perfectly clear bottle. After pouring 4 shots glasses he put the bottle on the rough wooden table to reveal a snake floating in the liquor! What snake is that? asked Simon. Just an ordinary one was the answer. OK then, Santé! we all chinked glasses, drank down the amazingly quaffable liquid and returned our glasses to the table with our thanks. Price now agreed, Simon explained we would call Frank to confirm if we could take the wood once we had spoken to the roofer.
‘That’s fine, now try this one’ said Frank this time a yellow tinge and a pungent floral aroma to the liquid poured from a large round bottle into the 4 glasses despite our protests that one of us had to drive and we all had planned to work that afternoon. He explained he made 1 litre from 40kg of the root of a mountain plant, I could imagine an evening around this table enjoying this gentle medicinal taste and aroma but too potent for another on a Monday afternoon.
Before we put our glasses on the table Frank pulled the stopper on a third bottle whose aroma reminded us all of local Caribbean bars, ‘this one I make from a plant my kids grow’ Frank winked and with a straight face looked to Adam and said ‘you will be fine to drive but promise me to pull over if you see Giraffes crossing!’ With laughs, smiles and hand-shakes we parted.
A few days later we waited in the sunshine with a couple of guys from the team eagerly awaiting Frank with the two piles of reclaimed boards. As soon as we saw his trailer driving up the lane we knew that what was strapped to his trailer was not the wood we had identified and shook on over ‘Grappa’ and what was there would not be suitable.
After quite a lengthy debate between the builders, the roofer and Frank who every few minutes left the discussion and started to unload the wood. Each time our protests stopped him but looking more frustrated each time. Finally Frank quietly re-strapped his trailer, interrupted the ongoing discussion to shake hands with each of us and drove slowly away down the narrow lane pausing briefly to catapult a stone at the windscreen of the roofers’ van and then disappeared around the corner.
We were all astonished and flabbergasted. I am not entirely sure what this particular French building lesson taught us but it certainly was an experience!
and the search for old wood, ‘vieux bois’, and a solution to finish our roof continued.
We are constantly on the move; regenerating ourselves, our ideas and horizons, through travel and exploring or relocating and renovating houses, all as jobs or life require it.
After a summer of regenerating ourselves and indulging our passion for travel we have also thrived on the changes that our business and our life choices have brought. The result is we are relocating again.
We both felt a mix of nostalgia, apprehension and excitement as we stood one last time in the now empty rooms together. A pair of Muntjac deer came to say goodbye and we smiled as each of us silently pictured the wonderful memories of our time there.
Time to move on, we nodded to each other, we had made our home in this house for a short time but our hearts have already relocated and we leave the house to be regenerated into their home by the new, young family.
Muntjac deer in the garden
renovated home now empty rooms
Relocating this time is driven by our enthusiasm to expand our holiday cottage business outside of the UK and what better way to do it than guided by our passion for the outdoors, the stunning landscapes of the French alps and for renovating houses.
On a visit to the French Alps last year we fell in love with a tumble down barn in dire need of renovating and, though it wasn’t in our plans quite so soon, we decided that regenerating the ancient building into a luxurious and unique chalet could be a perfect fit us and for our holiday property business, sheepskin.
Over the year we have been through the processes of French planning, selling in Oxford and buying in France and are now, for the foreseeable future, relocated in Morzine, France.
This week we started renovating the ancient French alpine barn, or Grange in French, with the plan of sympathetically, regenerating the scruffy old man into a more contemporary and unique modern gentleman.
This year we will continue to transition each day between laptops and perhaps, not to flip flops but instead to snowboard boots and hiking boots. We have been out and about getting to know the slopes and back-country of the Portes du Soleil…
Morzine from Pleney gondola
Enjoying off-piste power, Pleney Morzine
Mountain views Portes du Soleil
Mont Blanc from Morzine, Les Gets
Quiet day at Nyon, Portes de Soleil
…exploring the Aprés ski places, especially our local favourite a micro-brewery and great place to relax, Bec Jaune.
Each day we will be visiting the barn/building site as we help the team with the renovation…
…and then regenerating ourselves with fresh mountain air, exercise and indulging in great local food, ales and wine.
Beautiful sunny day in Portes du Soleil at Plaine Dranse
Local ales at Bec Jaune
Sunday lunch in Montriond
More IPA local ale and friendly team at Bec Jaune
We will be out exploring with the future guests of our chalet in mind so that we can point them to the best spots during their holidays with us. We will also be searching for other like-minded chalet owners who have done their own regenerating of a beautiful, traditional building here and want to share their home with Sheepskin guests.
After our travels in Europe, we promised ourselves a little time to simply sit (reasonably) still and enjoy our house and garden, enjoying our harvest of fruit and time I suppose. Since we enjoyed most of the last year with the house as a building site, living a tent in the garden, and of course the last couple of months living in our camper van this time within four walls would be quite novel.
As you may gather from our previous blogs we do not find sitting still particularly easy; we are most relaxed making, doing or seeing something however we are always open to new experiences so we thought we’d give it a go.
It’s been great to take time to reflect and look back, thinking about where we were this time last year with all possible mod cons in our cosy tent in a corner of the garden…
watching the house transform from 60’s bungalow to building site (this is the view from our tent in August last year) as we enjoyed the harvest of plums each morning from our trees hanging directly above the door of our tent…
and eventually to the contemporary home that we had envisaged when we first set out on this adventure (the view from where the tents were now)…
We’ve been thoroughly enjoying this time and space spending a whole afternoon in the garden picking plums and the evening eating or stewing our bountiful harvest of fruit…
Our garden was previously part of a priory orchard and therefore we are privileged to have several plum and apple trees as well as an ancient pear tree – sadly no longer producing fruit but a striking looking gentleman who looks like he is protecting the younger fruit trees with his gnarly old arms…
It took time but we got a great fruit harvest; Victoria, Mirabelle, Damsons, Greengages and wonderful yellow and pink ones (bottom left), delicately sweet with a wonderful soft texture, that we don’t know the name of (answers on a postcard please!) …
We then spent a day bottling last year’s Damson Gin (and drinking a little of in our very own Gin / wine tasting), stewing (and eating) many of the plums we had harvested. With our creative juices flowing as freely as the plum juices we then spent several hours cooking our favourite, delicious curries to enjoy that evening. We walked off our bountiful feasts over the the following days with peaceful walks across the fields and around our stunning and mesmerising local town of Oxford.
Admittedly we haven’t quite managed to simply still still but, from our point of view, these few days have been a very decadent but much needed and healthy (emotionally and physically) use of our fruit and time.