We’re having our new woodburner installed tomorrow. The old one has a crack in it and has had for some years – it’s double-skinned, so no smoke or fumes leak out but it’s reduced its efficiency. The chap who came to quote for a new one explained, once he’d investigated – it wasn’t installed right in the first place. The chimney liner hasn’t been attached to the house so is resting on the stove and that caused a lot of stress and weight, which changes according to the weather. The stove is cast iron, so can crack, unlike stainless steel.
So, new lining, new stove and, instead of replacing the Franklin stove I’m so fond of, we’re having a modern, much more efficient one. Sorry as I am about this (losing my lovely Franklin, that is), I know it’s the best choice. And we’re looking forward to all the lovely warmth.
Of course, the new lining will be installed from the top down. So a cherrypicker was brought along this afternoon.
“I wonder if I can persuade them to give me a ride in it?” I said hopefully. The delivery man thinks they will. Let’s hope so. I’ve been up in one before to look at a different chimney and it was great fun. Though rain is forecast tomorrow – still, one can hope.
I’ve a feeling the whole procedure will be messy. I think there’s a lot of soot up that chimney.