Bridge House - a Gamble and a Mystery
I was scrolling through marketplace (as you do) when I saw the ugliest, saddest house I've ever seen but there was something about it that drew my eye and made me look closer. No matter how often or how closely I examined the photographs I couldn't decide if it was a worth while purchase or not. It was £30 and not far from my son's house in Bridgend, so in the end I asked him to collect it for me. When I went to collect it from him I wondered why on earth I had bothered but getting it home, giving it a good clean I began to like it better. It was filthy, the photo is the water after the first wash down of the exterior. The inside, although very grubby, was quite sweet. It had a 1930's feel, nice fireplaces, stylish sliding doors I'd never seen before, and old light fittings. It reminded me of a Lines house but the front windows and balcony with its garish pink columns said 'NO' in no uncertain terms. I stripped the torn roof paper and discovered a nice bla