A wall of books, a comfy chair, a ladder with little wheels to reach heady shelves. Impressive yes, but surely leaving each of your guests with the same nagging thought…‘Have all of these actually been read?’
A manor house with roots so deeply buried, dilapidated but slowly on the mend. Dressed up for Christmas, and without a shadow of doubt if it were mine, this would have been my favourite room to loll about.
Loved by the BBC and its many cameras, this great pile of Tudor bricks is only just beginning to give up secrets of its past.
Now open to the gazing pubic after centuries of being a family home, I am very much looking forward to stepping back in time every once in a while.
West Horsley Place