One of the most wonderful things about going home; to your childhood home is a sense of familiarity. I go to my mum and dads and if I close my eyes I could be 10 again, 15 or 20. The house, although having undergone a few minor changes inside over the years to open it up into a more breezy open plan living, with the addition of a small deck at the back, is essentially the same quaint little vintage fishing cottage I grew up in. Sadly however, it is I think one of the last cottages standing. So it is where the familiarity of Crowdy ends for me.
|this is the oldest photo of Crowdy I have, it would be early 80's|
and the cottages were already disappearing :(
PS: I'm truly not against big homes and really do believe that we all deserve our hearts desire, however I also believe that my hearts desire should never come at the expense of anyone else's.