Pass the Dutchman on the left hand side

We arrived at the bed and breakfast energised, having spent the drive back talking excitedly about the house, and the potential it had.

The attic had blown us away, and had huge potential just by itself. Emerging from the stairs we discovered there were several rooms which had already been created. There were two to the left of the stairs, one appeared to have been used as a bedroom at one time (we now think it was a servants room). Later we were to discover that both this room, and the small room next to it (which appeared to be used as a store room, with loads of built in shelving) had hand-painted wall paper.

Walking back past the stairs there was another smaller room, big enough for a toilet or a shower perhaps.

There was yet another door ahead of us. We opened it and I can only imagine that the Rat observed our jaws dropping, cartoon-like, hitting the floor with a sound like a hammer striking an anvil.

The rest of the attic was open planned and you could see five metres (sadly I have since gone to the trouble of measuring this - although I assure you, dear reader, it was for a good reason, not just to get the details right for the blog) up to the very top of the roof. It was stunning. Light trickled through a couple of windows high amongst the exposed beams. In the centre of the room was a chimney – the main one which led from the fireplace in the living room. This room had potential as a open plan living space, at 15metres long, by 5 wide it was large enough to have living room, kitchen and bedroom, although I noted that where the other rooms had been created there was space for a bedroom, overlooking the room.

We made arrangements, with the Rat, to see the house again the following day, in addition to a second viewing of a house at the other end of the spectrum, a small 2 bedroom place we had viewed earlier.

Joe, our wonderful bed and breakfast host (and future firm friend), was outside dragging on a pair of boots, next to him was a man we had not seen before. Joe introduced us to the Dutchman, and explained they were both off for a ride on Joe’s vintage motorbikes.

The Dutchman was a ruddy looking guy with a ready grin and a handshake. Joe told us he was a carpenter, and the Dutchman explained he was also a project manager and could organise local craftsman to renovate the bits he was not expert in.

Joe and the Dutchman set off for their ride, only for Joe to return after a few minutes – one of the bikes had broken down and he had come to fetch his van, to bring back the bike and the Dutchman.

There followed an entertaining evening with Joe and Sue and the Dutchman, setting the world to rights, and having a giggle over a few beers.

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