In the quarter century I have lived in my little house in New Town, it has played host to many many feasts, gatherings and celebrations and marked the changing seasons.
The builder and his crew had done the major construction and fit out, but I had lots to do in planning the fitout and the final interior decoration.
Making the best of paint and polish is all very well, but there comes a point when it’s not enough. No amount of decorative ‘charm’ could cover the fact that the back of the house was decrepit, dark, lacking in space, cold and impractical. Time to bite the bullet and get on with some major renovations.
The garden at New Town had been neglected for years and was overgrown with thorny prunus, long grass and mud.
Through the 1990s and into the early 2000s, I gradually wrought changes. What could be improved with paint and polish was; what would ultimately be demolished and replaced when funds allowed was made as functional and attractive as possible for the time being.
Last weekend marked a quarter of a century since I moved into my home in New Town.