The house 100 yards down the hill has just come on to the market:
The Manor House, birthplace of John Foster, essayist (1770–1843).
Going for a song, apparently.
Ideal opportunity for competent DIY enthusiast
Gruts
ripping the velvet
The house 100 yards down the hill has just come on to the market:
The Manor House, birthplace of John Foster, essayist (1770–1843).
Going for a song, apparently.
On seeing this picture, my first thought was ‘there was an old woman who lived in a shoe’! Can you see this?
Size 858, unless I’m very much mistaken.
Would “Sing a Song of Sixpence” be enough ?
Sold! Who dowe contact? And what’s the damage (in every conceivable sense)?
Based entirely on the presentation of the fence, I wouldn’t put in a bid.