plasticpigeon
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I went to see my dad's old house on Saturday. A beautiful Georgian farmhouse called Tanhouse farm, with about 1.5 acres, a stream running down one side of the land, beautiful cottage style gardens, an Elizabethan stable block half falling down, and a tennis court. It is near the top of the hill in a tiny village called Tarrington, between Ledbury and Hereford. The house is interesting because the bricks are laid in Flemish bond, but on their sides, so they are 4.5" high, i think it is called rat trap bond. The present owners have made it more beautiful than I remember when my dad lived there. I used to go there as a child to visit, it was magical, all the wildlife, the fresh air, swifts and swallows nesting in the stables, the Aga always warm, and song thrushes flying in and out of the big kitchen as the door was almost always open. Sometimes if i was lucky I'd see a fighter jet fly over! Unfortunately as i got older i didn't see my dad much, his choice not mine, and he wouldn't tell me where he lived for the last 15 years or so. He died last year completely destitute, renting a small spare room in a house, but refused to ask for help. I think his crazy Bohemian upbringing (he was born in Sounthern Czech republic) got the better of him. I saw him so happy in the big old house, i wish he could have seen out his days in a beautiful place like that.