medieval house - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
From the outside it didn’t look like much more than a shed but the space was adequate enough to shelter a man and his small family. It had a thatched roof patched so many times that it was hard to tell the original work from the repairs. The walls were knee high, hand worked stone set around timbers that were infilled with cobb. The entry door and single window provided lighting for the room within during the day while candles and the fireplace would serve as dim lighting at night. The stone fireplace, the center piece of the cottage would serve other duties as well for it would provide a place to cook the meals and more than enough heat to compensate for the ill-fitting door during the long cold winter. The floor was comprised of the largest and flattest rocks set as
Anna sat in the corner cradling her swollen stomach. Here in the gloom of the house at least it was cool and dark. The small windows kept out opportunistic burglars but they shut out the sunlight too. Above she could hear a rat in the thatching and pretended to think it was a nesting bird. But she'd seen them scuttle before, brown with their skin coloured tails. Then from the other room came movement, it was too early for Edward to be home and the tax man wasn't due until later in the fall.
Their house was a single room and when it rained they had to close the shutters at the meanly sized windows. In the cold and dark all they could do was curl up and sleep with the thinning wool blankets. The pitiless rain would lash their home, driven hard by the wind. Sometimes it would find it's way in and drip down the wall to form a puddle on the floor. It was a mercy that father had laid the floor to stone when he was strong, a dirt floor and water would be a misery too far.