It’s been quite a while since I had the pleasure of wandering around a very old family home. I do love that slightly musty smell as you open the unused and probably unloved bedrooms and the mothball aroma drifting from the wardrobe in the corner of the room. The house I’m thinking of now is one that my grandparents bought in 1933. New to them but not new in the grand scheme of things. There is a tiny kitchen scullery at the back of the property – why any chap thought such a rediculously small pokey hole would be in any way suitabl for one person, let alone a family of four is quite beyond me. My grandfather built a very smart ‘lean to’ affair on to the back of the kitchen so that Gran could put washing out there to dry on the very nifty slatted drying rails that he also installed. Such sophistication indeed!