We had use of the point from the hedge on the left side to the end of the right side. I say 'had use of' quite deliberately. At the time it was what we call a 'tied cottage.' In other words it went with the job and (certainly at that time) there was very little protection. So if you fell out with the boss and got fired you could be instantly evicted. This never happened but I suspect mainly because my dad was too scared to do much about it.
When we first lived there the garden went up to a few feet from the little block on the side (actually the bathroom. Probably illegal now on the grounds that the door into the bathroom goes straight into the kitchen without a second door in between.) The area to the left of that and behind the house was part of our neighbour's property (the vegetable garden to be precise) and the area to the left and forward from the house was wasteland. After a few years dad got permission to extend the grounds in front and left out so he cleared it back, turned part of it into a veg. plot and laid the rest to lawn. We used to play badminton on that part. There also used to be some lovely flowerbeds in either side of the path but they've been grassed over now.
It's funny; in many ways our ten years there were miserable, full of arguments and depression and cold winters (no heating apart from the Tru-burn boiler in the living room). But I still have a huge affection for the house itself and its situation. It's almost my ideal of the sort of house I would love to live in one day - large rooms, big garden, in the middle of nowhere! There's a reason I'm not really a city boy...
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Date: 2010-03-15 08:09 pm (UTC)When we first lived there the garden went up to a few feet from the little block on the side (actually the bathroom. Probably illegal now on the grounds that the door into the bathroom goes straight into the kitchen without a second door in between.) The area to the left of that and behind the house was part of our neighbour's property (the vegetable garden to be precise) and the area to the left and forward from the house was wasteland. After a few years dad got permission to extend the grounds in front and left out so he cleared it back, turned part of it into a veg. plot and laid the rest to lawn. We used to play badminton on that part. There also used to be some lovely flowerbeds in either side of the path but they've been grassed over now.
It's funny; in many ways our ten years there were miserable, full of arguments and depression and cold winters (no heating apart from the Tru-burn boiler in the living room). But I still have a huge affection for the house itself and its situation. It's almost my ideal of the sort of house I would love to live in one day - large rooms, big garden, in the middle of nowhere! There's a reason I'm not really a city boy...