Hurriedly stopped in the lane outside Forsham Cottage stood a little grey van. The driver, farmer Humphrey’s was skewed awkwardly across the passenger seat. His attempts at gaining our attention being hindered by an assortment of dogs and a seat belt.” Has he still got all his bits”, he shouted, “has the dog been cut“ […]
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Cindy and I have always had a hankering for an old house with beams and an inglenook fire place. We wanted a house that smelt of stew, wood smoke, old church and bees wax polish. But properties like that came at a premium ( over £30,000 in 1976 )
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