The main part of the house is estimated to
be about 400 years old. It appears to have originated as a one roomed
cottage with large inglenook fireplace and a crog loft above. Over
the years, existing barns and outbuildings have been added to the
original building to create a four bedroomed cottage with 2 lounges,
2 bathrooms & 2 kitchens, clearly one half has been used as a
holiday let. It also has a large dilapidated shed and a
small detached garage. It borders close to another property (a
holiday let) in one direction and other properties are distanced by a
small field.
The
cottage can be found along a very narrow (and steep in one direction)
single track mountain road between two villages. It sits in about an acre of land including a field in the middle of farmland
on the side of a mountain.
It has views of mountains,
the north coast of Wales, the sea and Anglesey depending on the
viewpoint and the weather.
Following some wet weather, grass,
nettles and weeds were growing in abundance around the property. Inside,
toadstools and fungi had taken over, growing up from soggy carpets
and more interestingly out of walls. Ear shaped monstrosities
would open up and eject puffs of spores each time we passed them! Dr Who
and Harry Potter would be proud of the cobwebs and their residents. A soggy arm of insulation
hung down to face height from a large hole in the ceiling
waiting to attack anyone who dared walk beneath it. All in all it was wet, cold and
smelly and we couldn’t wait to get our hands on it!
In August 2011, our offer on the house was
accepted. The house was full of the previous owner's belongings. Bit by bit during weekend visits, we sorted and bagged up
the contents. The council have an excellent recycling policy
and everything taken to the local tip is accepted (except Japanese
Knotweed) and neatly sorted. Most
items were too soggy to do anything with other than include as
general household rubbish. I tried to sort through piles of papers
and documents in case there was anything of importance. Other than the
old man’s death certificate, there was nothing. As I picked through
the papers to dump into black bin liners, they slipped through my hands
like gigantic slimy slugs!
Living room 1
Living room 2
Lower kitchen
Shed
Conservatory floor
Room, later to become utility room
We decided to explore the
walk to the peak behind the cottage. So we set of on an afternoon
stroll up the mountain which we estimated would take a couple of
hours at the most. After 3 hours we were still to be found scrambling very steeply up
through heather, gorse, bilberry bushes and bracken, legs torn to
shreds, with no obvious path and no summit in sight. I swore I would never ever attempt this
again! The vegetation was soon replaced by rocks and shale and
eventually we reached the peak. This is the coldest, windiest place
I have ever been on an August day, but the views over the whole
peninsula are spectacular. (I was later to discover it was comparatively mild!)
On the way down we came across the path we
should have taken on the way up. Perhaps I will climb it again!
Next blog - Work starts on the house
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