NOT AGAIN!

Taking my first step into our new home, I was a little surprised.

‘Oh, my giddy aunt!’ I cried

It may have been new to me in 1958, but it had been in my husband Henry’s family since the 1890’s.

It’s safe to say, it was a little run down.

There was no running water, no toilet and the only heating was the wood-burner.

However, I wasn’t alarmed by the state of the house.

In fact, I couldn’t wait to make it our own.

I’m going to start a new life here, I thought.

Over time, we got the cottage sorted and decorated it to our liking.

A year later, our eldest son Tom, now 62, arrived, followed by Ida, now 61, and Peter, now