House #27: Boooringgg!

On our way to the next property, John had a little brain-storm. And so, rather than leading us to the next house on our list, he directed us to a dead-end little hamlet where this house awaited us.

It belongs to a friend of his, another British guy, and is, so it happens, for sale.

Inside, the house didn't thrill me. The owner claimed it was 400 years old, but the interior felt sterile, robbed of its ancient character. Here's the kitchen,

and the living room,

and a kid's bedroom (I hope),

...but do you see what I mean? There's nothing to indicate that this is an old house, there's no character or spirit left. It was just sort of flat.

One thing that this property did have to recommend it really was a set of really nice stone barns. Huge things, in original condition.

Also there was a huge spread of open flat ground, grassy but without any actual feature. Barely a tree.

It was clear to me that the people who lived in this house were very very boring. Everything was clean, sterilized, and bland. Alas.

John realized it too: we had liked the idiosyncrasy of Hester's house, and this was like a hospital in comparison.

But by this point in the day, Kepler had had enough. So we made plans with John for tomorrow morning, and set off home.