Five things I’ll miss about our house

I’ve lived in this cottage for nearly six years, with Saul for nearly four of those, and with Saul and Fig for nearly five months. Or for fourteen months, if you count my pregnancy, which I think Fig does. I, and we, have been through so much here, both super high and super low. But this chapter of our lives is nearly over.

I’ve always been a ‘places’ person more than a people person, and the thing about a place this old is that it comes with a big dollop of history. Genuinely, I sometimes look out of the front window and I can feel the view as it would have looked to the family who lived here three hundred years ago: no road or other houses, just fields and a dirt track. A building like this one is a living entity to me; it inhabits me as much as I inhabit it. I feel almost as though I will be a different person when I live somewhere else.

So, as a tribute to this wonderful old place, here are five things I wish I could take with me, but which must stay here to be loved by others, hopefully for another four hundred years.  Firstly, one of the many ancient beams.

This one is between the living room and utility / garden room.  Legend has it that the beams are all from old ships, and this one seems to have nail marks or something in it.  Whatever they are, they make this one of the most interesting supports in the cottage.

This door, which lives beneath that beam, is old old old.  It’s falling apart, couldn’t stop a draught in a million years, and is full of wordworm channels. I love it.

Next, the stone fireplace in the living room.  It’s not an inglenook, but it’s pretty big, and these three powerful stones frame the hearth.  I’ve never seen another fireplace quite like this one.

I have no idea how old this catch, and the many others like it, are, or where they came from, but aren’t they so much more characterful than a steel handle or plastic doorknob?

And finally, this odd vertical beam that lives at the top of the stairs, just outside Fig’s room.  I am an actual tree hugger, and I actually hug this beam regularly.  Bonkers, yes, but how many people have parts of their home they love so much they cuddle them?  I rest my case.

 

 

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