Well it's happened. The crane arrived two hours late but three hours later all seven trusses were in place, some temporary cross timbers banged in, and the ceremonial oak branches secured at the apex of the threshing barn and the roundhouse. The trusses looked so huge on the ground, but the crane's jib dwarfed everything and they looked no bigger than twiglets or matchsticks as they gently moved through the air. See for yourself.
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Must have been some anxious moments!
Not one, Lindsay - the chaps are well in control. It was very calm, precise, planned and delivered.
Very impressive!
bravo Mopsa
Congratulations.
And very impressive - now how did the original trusses get put in place before the invention of such a wonderful crane. My muscles ache at the thought.
I wondered about that too, M'ear, but "the boys" tell me that they have done it by hand where necessary. It means taking the beams up individually by pulley and rope, and putting them together in situ.
This is the business - mecano in real life.
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