It’s really good living in an old house, but you do have to wonder where it will end. The idyll is definitely there, with the roaring fires, the Aga, the acres of outdoor space and the home grown foods…
But the Manor was built in a time before houses were fitted with electric as standard and heat did actually always come from fire, from boiling copper kettles to heating the water for the baths over them. No modern day water heaters, radiators or rooms built proportionally to be sympathetic to the damp and drab English winters.
Seems to be a time to retrain, back to the old fashioned and proper ways of using this house, this magnificent space. Draught excluders, keeping doors closed, utilising the panelling to stop the drafts through the French doors and old style windows and thinking of ways to recycle any wood/paper as fire fuel. Fires being mostly coal and only when really required – and not fuelled up late in the evening so they are burning in the night unnecessarily.
Bathing too – morning electric showers become evening baths, water heated by the main oil supplies from the same that fuels the Aga. Electric oven made redundant for the winter, kettle to take residency upon the top of the Aga stove for hot drinks.
No more lounging in minimal wear – layers to keep warm in the stone house as well as hot water bottles when it gets really cold.
Snow flurries are forecast for early November – and despite all of the above, I’m looking forward to it.
I’m going to wear my corset tonight, through the night – I might even shop for a bosom enhancing, multi skirted sumptuous long sleeved dress straight out of something by Austen.
I think the resident ghosts will be happy too.
Missing home today