ᐅ Cladding for Roof Overhang: Wood or Plastic Panels?

Created on: 4 Mar 2020 11:35
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Guido1980
Are there any experiences or recommendations regarding the cladding of the roof overhang, which is 50cm (20 inches) wide? Wood or plastic panels?
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hampshire
6 Mar 2020 22:39
tumaa schrieb:

Too bad that this is uneven
I see it exactly the opposite. It’s nice that the site has some structure.
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Nordlys
6 Mar 2020 22:46
Which L-shaped blocks? I don’t have any L-shaped blocks.
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tumaa
6 Mar 2020 22:49
You wouldn’t ... your neighbor?

Well, as a child, I would have used it for the gate.
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Nordlys
6 Mar 2020 23:00
My neighbor doesn’t have any either; they live two houses down. Yes, if I had access to it, I would plant climbing plants there. Although, it’s on the east side and fairly shaded from midday onward. Grapevines or similar probably wouldn’t thrive.

One thing is certain: we, along with neighbors A and J on the west side, and those on the east side as well (though I don’t have a photo of theirs), all have well-planted garden areas that are not strictly designed or covered with gravel or stones. Of course, there are lawns and patios too, but in summer we have many birds and a lot of insects as their food source. That’s one of the reasons we wanted a house with a piece of land; otherwise, a condominium would definitely have been more convenient if you don’t like having land.
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tumaa
6 Mar 2020 23:11
A cabin in the forest by the lake has its charm too.

I really like the American style = stone with wood.

Maybe someday.
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ypg
6 Mar 2020 23:12
Nordlys schrieb:

It’s all so uniform, so identical, so monotonous. I don’t like that. I prefer the world colorful and messy, even a bit dirty or untidy, crooked and uneven. I find it cozy when you grill sausages in sweatpants and flip-flops, drink canned beer, no one cleans up the dishes, and there’s a portable radio playing Bob as the channel. Cars should be unwashed, flowers allowed to grow wild and uncontrolled, the kids drawing with chalk on the patio, the cat shedding fur on the sofa. If you know what I mean.

Oh, Karsten... lately you write as poetically as those daffodils that no one here remembers anymore but that really touch the heart. Suburban crocodiles, Murder Lake, and all that. I like it.