The House that Mum Built

Yesterday we were lucky enough to get a tour of our old property.  My childhood home, the house my mother designed and built and the property my father loved more than probably anything. And when I say built, I don’t mean a nail here and there I mean everything. I suppose that is what makes it harder to have had to give up.  Lots of memories in that place, both good and bad. But still memories that helped shape who I am today.  I am so happy the current owner decided to fix it all up rather than tear it down as so many people told my Dad they would. The new family love the property and daily views it provides.  They even seem to have a bear in the woods, that must be on summer holiday from up North!  We did not get to go inside but the outside looks great and they are doing a great job on it.

It was great and slightly emotional to see Sebastian running and playing on the property.  I just imagined my Dad watching him from the deck, he would have loved that.