Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Went to look at a house today. Frankly, the most beautiful house I have ever seen. A converted section of a thirteenth century hall. Older than anything else in the town, except the Cathedral. Ancient stone floor downstairs. Four hundred year old oak floorboards upstairs. A marble-tiled showerroom. An exquisite galley kitchen the other side of the elephantine chimneybreast. And the roof! The roof! The whole place has been bevelled and fitted and kitted out with incredible care, massive expense, and oh dear, it is absolutely the most heartbreakingly lovely space I have ever walked about in.
Heartbreaking because: it has no garden. Bar a five and a half-foot wide stretch along a wall out of the doorway. Which is used for access to all the other apartments in this building. And that's just not safe enough, or large enough, for a hawk.
Heartbreaking! I guess I could keep a hawk indoors....
no, I really need a garden.