Thanks Pat and Mrs Pat. It had belonged to a much loved old lady who had passed away and had been empty for some time and was in need of renovation. We hadn't done much with the front garden except managed what was there. Lynn had emptied the front border and planted it up. We completely altered the back in 2011 giving us the office with some space behind for a shed, greenhouse and some raised beds where Lynn spends a lot of her time.
I rebuilt the verges and replaced the fascias, soffits and gutters in 2013. We haven't done much on the inside except installed the log burner and completed the spare bedroom after we moved the office into the cabin.
We will be replacing the remainder of the windows this year as they are still the old Crittal metal framed single glazed variety.
It's spacious and we do have privacy,it's on a good road with plenty of space and we have good neighbours all round. They pack new build houses in so tight these days it feels claustrophobic. We've been fortunate with this one and it's the longest we've lived anywhere.
We had a 100+ year old 4 bed house called The Croft before and completed it to a high standard with roll top bath and period features but it was on a major road that got busier so we moved. I loved it and was really down for months after. This one is great, but I don't love it like The Croft. We're getting there though.
Thanks for the reply,The name Bognor Regis has always fascinated me so I looked it up on google earth.I have only been to the UK once and was not something I had planned.In 94 I was obliged to go to SA for a rugby meeting
and the day or so before I left NZ my darling wife told me that she had booked
me to go onto England to see our eldest son and his wife in Nuneaton.
I don't like travelling and only went to the meeting in South Africa because I had to.The hospitality in SA was great,5 days at Sabisabi reserve in Kruger Park.Then onto England,a train from a monopoly station to the Midlands
and son .in laws took me to their door.He didn't know I was coming,so after they had cleaned themselves up,never thought they would mess their pants.
They took me out to terrorise the natives including one day having a few drinks at lunchtime with a couple of surgeons who were operating on some bloke when they got back to work.No wonder Kiwis are boozers it came from the old
country.My wife a couple of years later encouraged me to do a trip to Aussie with a couple of mates.I didn't like the idea because she could then say you had a trip so now it's my turn.Well sure enough that's what happened,I phoned her from a beach in Auss and she told me she was booking to go to the UK,from Devon all the way up to the Orkneys.I begged and pleaded with her that it would break the bank and my so called mates in the background are yelling into the phone.Go for it Margaret don't leave his dough for the moths,spend it.
Well when I got back home she was packed,ready to go,but she looked after me
'twas a collar and tie man then and she had ironed 42 shirts for me.One for each day of my suffering.The shock of realising I had all those shirts rendered me speechless and I must have mumbled a farewell.
So while I never saw Bognor Regis I reckon Margaret has seen the lot.