I don't know how much story most people want with some photos, so I'll post it here and add the story after for anyone with the patience


Some of my life story in this photo, although admittedly I usually stopped just short of this sign as my best friend's house was just before you got there, and I visited from when I met him at school in 1972 until he emigrated 30 years later. I'm not sure why it's on a slant as the houses show I took it straight, but it looks like the one that was always there. So many memories of the place and three generations (parents, child and grandchildren) lived in the huge house together at some times. The second garage (I said it was huge) became a pool room- simply after playing mini-snooker for some time I told his father you could buy a pool table for a few hundred pounds. The next week it was there, and some years later a new room was created for it. I played a few hours of Scrabble a week, boosting my average score by 50 or more, drove across half the country when he was working in a van, took many of my girlfriends there and even stayed there for two weeks to look after the cats.
They rented it for some years but sold it when they saw the mess it was left in, and now there is no connection with the country at all. Look after your friendships while they're here, you never know when something will stop it in its tracks...