I'm always slightly mystified by the house hunting programmes which I enjoy watching when I'm in Britain which follow the process of a couple who wish to move from the city to the country and how often the house of their hearts' desire is a cottage with "those lovely" beamed ceilings. These are some examples of the type of thing to which I'm referring.
I cannot imagine anything worse, and I find it hard to understand the attraction. Primarily these beamed ceilings are of low height, and then this is compounded by the darkness and focus that beams add to that drawback. There is some unfathomable attraction to this "cosy cottage" phenomenon, which might work if you were a hobbit, but fails in every other way.
I suppose there is a thought that you are buying something historical, but surely there are better periods of architecture upon which to make such a pronouncement. Many better periods. It's fairly obvious that my own preferred style is that of the Georgian neoclassical.
Even in "mock Tudor" which may be the intention of the last picture, I'm not appreciating the point of the beams, which only create an unwelcome heaviness, and the prison-like ambiance that I'm sure many of us do not love.
But I suppose beauty is in the eye of the beholder, which wasn't the intention of the line of Scripture from which my post's title derives.
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