We inspected a sweet house with lots of potential this morning...alas, it was not right for us.

The cats, not to mention us, would despise the fact that the property had barely any foliage to hide in and explore.

The only heating available was in the form of portable electric plug in units.

The toilet doorway was so low, Edwin had to duck his head to enter.

There were ugly brick units overlooking the back yard with no trees to offer some screening, and I became aware of  a repulsive scent wafting over that proved the existence of smokers nearby. 

Finally, being in the heart of the development zone, it is certain that this property is  destined to be bulldozed like everything other old dwelling on a medium block of land in a prime location.

Oh, but the high ceilings, the quirky details of a house that could only have been built in the 30's era.

The interior was freshly painted, and there were polished floorboards throughout. The kitchen 

center-piece was a ghostly relic of what was once a grand old fireplace - an electric oven awkwardly sitting inside the recess.

But, for all its faults, it had an underlying charm.

 

The extra space in the bungalow was large enough for two to sleep in , and it had its own on-suite to boot.

The sparse backyard leaves me puzzled. Was this house once part of a much larger property? Historically, this house would have been surrounded by orchards at the time it was built. 

Anyway, we looked -more out of curiosity than anything else, but I have been thinking of this charming house all day, and thinking what a shame. In my dreams I would cart it all off to some large block of land somewhere out near the coast.