Tag / moving house; memories; nostalgia

 

Moving on

  So it’s finally come. Our last few weeks in the house we’ve lived in for thirty years. Well, actually my husband’s lived here for 42 years. He bought it when he was in his thirties, this big old house in the country. “The larger portion of a Georgian Manor House”. He couldn’t believe he could ever have been able to buy a house like this. Once the most important house in the village, owning all the land in the valley, the family over the years had fallen into debt and large chunks of land had been sold off, including all the tied cottages and farm...

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