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StylingYourHomeForReSale

posted by Natalie Paddick

It is a kind of strange title… But I working in an area where homes are bought and sold within a five year cycle due to the local music school, Wells Cathedral School, their patron is Prince Charles. Wells is the smallest city in the United Kingdom and attracts pupils from all over the country and world, so properties are purchased as second homes by parents that come to stay near their children for small periods during their school terms. Some of these families rent out their second homes for period of time like Christmas and in the summer holiday periods. So it is important to style these homes to suit the owner’s purposes without over styling so that they can be used as short term lets and hold their value for resale at the end of the child’s schooling. The properties need to be simply styled with a warmth that does not overwhelm the space.. And allows anyone to walk in and feel at home.

Five years’ time frame in the interior design business is a big demographic… Let’s face it we would all like to change our interiors to suit the moment … The month, the season the vibe… Interior Design is big business, colours come and go and so do styles and designs… So in styling these properties you have to be a little more focused on what will work now, next year and in five years’ time without looking dated, the furniture has to be durable the colours have to be workable for all purposes…

I am going to base my top tips on a house I did up for a client, five years ago in 2013, which has just been put back on the market by the Estate Agent that sold it to the client in the first place Roderick Thomas, Wells Here is the link to the property:

https://www.roderickthomas.co.uk/properties-for-sale/property/8958737-victoria-mews-bath-road-wells

As you can see from the pictures in this blog that I took, back in 2013 when I undertook the project, the style in the house has stood the test of time ..

My brief was to make it a home in and make it saleable …

1. My client, most important things in their brief, big beds, comfy sofas and a large glass coffee table.

The bedrooms were of a reasonable size but the large bespoke designer beds that they liked were out of the question as the room space would not allow it… So expensive bed bases and mattresses were purchased, and valences used to cover the mattress bases, I am not a lover of valences but you can find some simple clean lines on the market and the client liked them, they can also be laundered if using the beds for rental periods.

So we can’t have luxury designer supersize beds … Next best thing.. Big bespoke headboards they don’t take up space as they are attached to the wall but they make a big statement. My client wanted fabric headboards. Templates were created and the headboards were cut out of MDF, covered with foam overlaid with fabric and buttoned. The headboards were complimented with matching cushions all giving the feeling of luxury.

Cushions, great tip, they change the feel of a room, with the use of colours and textures. And best of all, if they don’t last the test of time they can be easily replaced and updated at minimal cost.

2. The large sofas were also bespoke made as the client wanted to take them, when they sold the house. These fabulous upholstered creatures were in furnished in luxury hard wearing neutral colours with my quirk to make them stand out individually in the room, the cushion seats were corded in acid yellow … I like a design quirk, in this case it just gave an extra dimension! Cushions, as I have stated easily make a statement, a flush of colour and lux and they can be changed to update a design at a later stage, so complimentary fabrics were chosen for the cushions and piped in co-ordinating colours.


3. The enormous glass coffee table was commissioned, there are many companies that can do this type of design to your personal brief. I like a second shelf under the table so you can have a collection of magazines, books and papers.

4. The relatively basic kitchen which was constructed and assembled by the builder who undertook the project and was selling the property, so the brief here was to make something more suiting to the overall look of the property and bring it alive. Simple styling here, let’s face it a kitchen is an evocative space so lends itself to an assortment of styles. This kitchen had limited work space so a kitchen maid was an ideal solution to hang the sauce pans and the pots. The windows were not as such over looked, but there is a busy church all next door, so large cast iron pots were put in the window opening, these did not affect the light coming into the room but forced the eye to focus within the space of the room and gave a further privacy value. I filled them up with cricket balls; why? Because it took my fancy at the time…


5. We purchased a large antique wooden table and chairs off the internet, the seats were upholstered rich blue hard wearing fabric. Opposite the table under the most wonderful stain glass window we placed a large wooden dresser, for further storage… These items were tied together with a simple hexagonal rug set between the furniture in complimentary hues. And as ever some designer candelabra’s were purchased… For the fun evenings drinking wine…

6. Another big but essential item was curtains and blinds, yes they are a cost but they are the envelope to the design, they picture frame not only the window but the rooms and add warmth, they are the wrapping to the rooms. I often wonder if my need and interest in curtains stems from living in a house with floor to ceiling windows that never had curtains; my parents purchased lots of material for curtains but they were never made into curtains; it was like they had a pathological obsession for curtain fabric but an inability to progress this urge further and commit to curtains? .. Which meant when I returned home from school and went to my bedroom, I was permanently subjected to the workmen finding jobs outside my window when I wanted to change out of my school uniform! However I digress if you want to read the blog on my childhood home it is here on the site.. http://www.npme.co.uk/look-book/dutchgardens-mychildhoodhome

7. The electric flame fireplace put in to my clients property by the builder, was okay … But a bit mediocre and well … small … So to make it look more elegant we put an antique wooden fire surround on the wall around the fireplace, obviously modern fireplaces and antique fireplaces do not have the same measurements and dimensions… So we filled in the blanks with a warm marble that matched in with the rooms colour palate, remember whoever is going to purchase this house in five years’ time will need to put their own design and style so keep the colour scheme classy and simple..

8. The marble theme was taken through into the kitchen and used as a worktop on the wooden dresser and the off cuts used as table placement boards on the wooden table .. So the effect was to create cohesion between the rooms…

9. Back to my mirror obsession, as the house is going to be resold in the next five years the interior design has to accommodate that brief, so the room should not be too ‘personalised’. It is a mistake to put to many personal items in a home such as paintings and pictures, they can devalue an easy re-sale. With mirrors, my great friends, they make a property look larger and the reflections highlight the aspects of the room … As you can see the one in the kitchen is huge…

The staircase in this property was.. Well mean.. So we put an enormous wall mounted flat mirror on one side of the wall to widen the narrow staircase and dropped a slim but very large light down from the high ceiling, which beautifully reflected the light in the mirror, thiswidened the area.

10. The lighting was very much to the liking of the owners, the ceilings downstairs were with relatively low and therefore the chandeliers had to be on a short splay. Upstairs the ceilings were higher and afforded larger length lighting.

11. Finally the bits and pieces or as my mother friend calls the bells and baubles, could be added, the wife allowed me to put in some more ‘out there’ design features, to be fair her husband was a little more circumspect, but was pleased with the results. We had designed and upholstered, some funky chairs in mock cow skin hide and Greek key styled fabric.. In the hall above one of the chairs we installed a highly polished hall mirror that was made out of an aeroplane wing with a red clock in the hole where the porthole would have been..

In the hallway we placed a highly polished ebony hall table and in the bedrooms we had bevelled edge mirrored dressing tables all with the intention of bring the rooms to life.

12. And just for a bit of fun .. On some key walls, we put a splash of colour by using some structured wallpaper … Well you have to …. Don’t you!

13. The garden, had to be of the lowest maintenance, so around the terrace was graveled hard standing area with a high walled garden created to one side filled with hard wearing plants…

So what we achieved, is a second home, a part time home, if you like, that is easy for everyone to inhabit and relax in…. ‘Like a Sunday morning’! It is not where your main life is, but it is part of your private life… A home from home for all …. That someone else could step into and feel just as at home … The proof was in the design.. The house was put on the market and under offer straight away ….


 


The Walled garden Cafe

posted by Natalie Paddick

I was invited by Ruben Paddick to come and take some quick pictures of the Swan Hotel’s, Walled Garden Café , before it got too busy on a beautiful sunny morning, last month.


This exciting little hideaway is set at the heart of Swan Hotel. The Swan is situated in small historic city of Wells, Somerset and was established circa 15 century… If not before!! Welcoming the likes of King Henry VII and some notable prime ministers, such as Sir Winston Churchill and Ramsey MacDonald, not to mention some more recent prime ministers, whose names were conveniently missed off the historic ‘blue plaque’ that sits in pride of place by the front door. The Swan has also welcomed pop stars and play writes such as George Bernard Shaw. So let’s face it, there is some history there! The hotel is very much the hub of the small city of Wells. The hotel hosts many events both private such as weddings and also entertains local philanthropic events for the community… It has a lovely vibe…


There are two prominent courtyard dining areas at The Swan. The Walled Garden Café is hidden within the heart of the hotel, which gives the cafe a feeling of a more intimate private space with a laid back chic, music playing in the background allowing you just to chill … A holiday feel if you like, you can make a choice between lounging on a rattan sofa propped up by large puffed up cushions or you can sit at café style tables and enjoy the atmosphere and a light ‘light bite’ …

The Walled Gardens sister courtyard cafe is set to the front of the hotel overlooking the magnificent Wells Cathedral, here you can people watch the theatre of what is going on as the attentive staff walk from the hotel front to courtyard serving food and drinks these waitresses and waiters all stylishly dressed in black balance their trays of food and drink on their poised fingers as they serve their guests.

In the more private Walled Garden Café there is the same stylish verve where the staff serve the summer menu of Light Bites and a selection of Main Courses and Deserts all washed down with a large assortment of hot or cold beverages..… My favourite as ever being a glass of Chardonnay!! This little hideaway has a more continental feel and it is a joy to sit here …




LangansBrasserieandmyparents

posted by Natalie Paddick

The thing about Interior Design it can be subliminal… What makes a vibe in a room? Sometimes it can be the décor .. And the rest of the activity bonces from that kinetic spring board… Other times is about the ambience, the aura of a place and where it takes you whilst you are there…Sometimes there is just simply magic in a space… But mostly it is about the people in that interior space that makes the rest of the room worth taking into consideration … And Langan’s had it in all aspects …

I couldn’t sleep last night, so as ever I continued to stroll through the back streets of my memories and was amused when I ventured upon the mid 1980’s to 1990’s and my family’s relationship with Langan’s Brasserie, Stratton Street, Mayfair, London…

Back in the day Langan’s Brasserie, if you don’t already know it, was a very trendy place to be seen, set up by Peter Langan, a notorious Irish entrepreneur with an eye for the style of the moment and a reputation for his drinking exploits; his partners in this restaurant were Sir Michael Caine, him of the acting fame and Richard Shepherd a renowned British Chef. Langan’s opened in 1976. A big part of the special ambience of Langan’s was created by Peter Langan, he knew that people expected a show and he was prepared to give it to them drunk or sober.. The thing is that sometimes the performance takes over, his antics were legendary….

Langan’s is based on a French restaurant style and quickly became hugely successful, these days we have chains based on a similar basis such as Café Rouge and Cote. The interior design was based around an open plan room with round tables each covered with two white table clothes thrown over them at different angles, the idea being that when you made a mess of the top layer, this would be removed providing a clean one underneath! French practicality andstyle genius at its best! Placed around the tables sat square and oval backed chairs upholstered in red and greenish velvet, the fabric, by the time I went there, had taken on more of a shabby chic look, which added to the style of this more laid back approach to catering. The wooden floor boards had the essential worn look of a well frequented French Café. The walls were decorated with clusters of classic brass French swan neck lamps with assorted glass shades dotted about on the saffron coloured walls. Interspersed by some very expensive Fine Art some painted by the artists of the moment such as Freud and Bacon, who apparently painted in lieu of good Brasserie grub. David Hockney designed the menu, which remains very similar to this day..

So to the grub, Langan’s served what is termed British nursery style food, such as Banger’s and Mash and Fish Pie along with French classics such as Moules Marineirs and Escargots a la Bourguiguonne or if you prefer Snails in Garlic Butter. The bar was cunningly situated by the front entrance, a location questioned by Sir Caine as, in his opinion, it would inevitably create a bottle neck as people entered the establishment; Peter Langan, with his extensive knowledge of the restaurant trade knew that there was nothing better than making a place look busy, thus making it look attractive to the passing clientele. Another ingenious trick used in the interior design by Peter was to orientate the tables in such a way as to make the diners as visible as possiblemaking sure that everyone at each table could be viewed by the other dinners, creating Theatrical magic, this worked well when hosting the myriad of celebrity diners who frequented the restaurant. There was however an upstairs for guest who may have wanted a little more privacy and less of being ogled at as the celebrity’s intrigue. But to be truthful the only reason for going to Langan’s was to be part of the wealthy celebrity hubbub, to see and to be seen, like most of these celebrity haunts. Just great fun…

This haunt was a must visit for my mother being the ultimate social butterfly and having read about Langan’s Brasserie in amagazine and hearing allabout it from her two favourite multimillionaire gay friends Alan and Ray. Who were already regular clients, this restaurant suited them particularly well as they liked the simpler style of cuisine on offer here. It was not uncommon for Alan to supply a restaurant with his favourite delicacy, a tin of corned beef in preferenceto anything on the restaurant menu. Alan and Ray had never ventured to far from their comfort cuisine from their uncomplicated northern roots, somethings money does not change. My mother, the doyenne of all social affairs, was particularly good at organising Alan and Ray’s collective social events and got straight into organising a visit.

One of the other reasons this restaurant was right up my mother’s‘alley’, was because of the abundance of celebs and the relaxed attitude of this eating house to its clientele’s more extreme behaviour. For a time it eventook over from her other more formal favourite stomping-grounds of the moment, such as Le Caprice and l’Escargot. The latter of which, became a regular haunt of her husband’s, Trevor with his secretary, much to the irritation of my mother. But that is another story.

My mother, Alan, Ray were mostly the central hub of a group of friends and colleagues, with various other bit players who would join them from time to time for the typical long lunches and revelry that was part of Langan’s ethos. It was not unusual for the restaurant to have very inebriated lunch guest still seated andliving it large with a table cluttered with bottles of booze late into the afternoon, not to mention on occasions Peter Langan himself sleeping off a lunchtime bender under one of the tables.Indeed Peter Langan was renowned for his drunken antics including crawling around on the floor biting women diner’s ankles, or insulting one of the celebrity guest, when it took his fancy. All this went on whilst the long suffering staff attempted to lay tables around the inebriates for the evening service. So in short this was the perfect place for the fun of the mid 1980’s, non-PC lifestyle of the moment, which my mother loved... She bloomed and sparkled…

Trevor, who was in fact a business colleague of Alan was also invited to some of these gatherings, despite my parents outlandish relationship which was one of either open hostility toward each other or just the simmering undertones;depending on what had gone on during the previous week between them, it was never an easy fit! Alan a fan of my mother delighted in stirring the pot, which only added to the open antagonism. At other times Trevor and Alan would mostly be trying to set up deals with each other and other members of the cartel, this was after all the 1980, and everyone was trying to do the Michael Douglas, Wall Street deal ….This period was Money, money, money… And this crowd had it in abundance or so they lead each other to believe. There were always deals going on for big money, each member pretending to be the others best friend, whilst financially stabbing the other in the back in the final pay out. This consortium had the vital link to Jersey and other off shore islands, a loop hole that these days the government has mostly ‘corked’…. My mother delighted in it all floating around the table looking like Joan Collins from Dynasty. It was a colourful time.

The more familiar the crowd became with Langan’s and the staff the more drunk and wild they got, my mother had the most annoying habit of asking each and every staff member their name, mostly young men and then would become overly familiar with them as the wine surged through her veins… Mum loves to be in the know, flirting with them, as you might imagine being her daughter I found it excruciating, albeit I should have been used to it by now!… However inadvertent this fliting may have been it was a trade mark of my mother that was bound to frankly, piss Trevor off! She would pass it off as ‘social networking’ to get the best service for the table as a whole and to be fair it most probably worked.. To be honest any male between 8 and 80 was on her radar, mum just loved the attention! Usually, toward the end of the meal they would all top up their luncheon drinks with the ‘stickie’s otherwise known as the death nail liqueurs. Which rendered most incapable…

On one beautiful summer day, the entire cohort of characters were due to meet at Langan’s for the annual general meeting of one-upmanship and skulduggery. The event to be hosted ‘mostly’ by Trevor and his gluttonous Jersey based lifelong friend and lawyer Martin, Martin had made his notorious name by being involved with various scams of the 60, 70 and 80’s, not least the Channel 5 perfume fraud, all of which, netted Martin £millions. My beautiful mother being the ultimate party girl had arrived early on that day, with little table gifts for the wives and girlfriends attending the luncheon, a little twist that she liked to do. She had just purchased them on her way to the Brassiere from the renowned, Butler & Wilson costume jewellery shop in South Molton Street. On arrival at Langan’s she was wearing a couple of her purchases, huge dangly earrings and matching diamanté spider broach on her new outfit, every attention to detail as ever. Whilst decorating the table adding the extras and chatting to the staff, my mother glanced up at the entourage of people arriving, who were relatively quickly hustled up the stairs, I have to tell you my mother never misses a trick, her eyes were fixed on the crowd ascending the stairs, she was delighted when she recognised two of the party, Mick Jagger and what would appear to be Ronnie Wood amongst others. Never one to miss a social experience… She shot up the stairs like gazelle after them, slowing at the top landing with stylish aplomb and hovered, checking out the ‘competition’… Having evaluated the opposition, she scooted down the stairs and called the manager over to tell him that she had decided that her table party would be better placed upstairs. Ever eager, well at least to her face to please a regular client, the manager agreed to see what he could do to accommodate her wishes.

The door opened and closed and my mother craned her head to see who was arriving, as luck would have it .. Michael Caine and what would appear to be Michael Winner entered nonchalantly into the house.. And walked over to a table close to the one my mother had been recently decorating… A dilemma! Upstairs with the rock and roll stars, possible at a table not quite close enough to properly eaves drop or mingle. Or nestled downstairs with a celebrated English legend and actor and his friends which she could observe… Decision made... She called to the manager ‘no, no leave everything as it is, thank you’.. The ever obliging staff, started to relay the table…

As the friends and associates arrived, meeting each other with the usual bonhomie and excited chat, courtesies and all social niceties prevailed. The best wines were being ordered by the double bottles and the gathering was under starters orders. Another intrigue, Trevor was never allowed to order the wine on these occasions as he would just order the house wine and why not, Trevor could never be considered a wine connoisseur, whilst Martin was a wine snob, this was all about polishing egos and Martin’s ego, much like his personality….Was voluminous. Martin a big man with a square jaw, sausage shaped lips that moved at odds with what he was saying, sometimes he suffered with a severe case of halitosis.. Martin liked to place himself opposite mirrors or shinny surfaces so that he could watch and admire himself, which he did quite unabashed. Martin’s third wife was with him on this occasion, as opposed to one of his girlfriends; she was a bright woman of great humour, strength and mischievous intent, Angela was usually subject to Trevor’s misogynistic comments…Mostly she handled the situation well, until Trevor mentioned her weight, knowing it was her weak point, like most women this is a sensitive subject and in the circumstances given Trevor’s portly stature, it was really pot, kettle, black! Angela tolerated him but loathed him in equal measures, which always became apparent once she started on the stickie’s. So this was going to be another illuminating occasion in the fun surroundings of Langan’s..

Ed and Janet joined the entourage, although not usually one of the founding members of this merry band. Ed a very large black man with a lascivious nature, seemed to appear metaphorically speaking from the shadows, no one was really sure what business he was involved in; what we did know, was he was involved in gunrunning and diamonds, these days it all seems a bit farfetched but that was the 1980’s/90’s for you! Once in Barbados when we were all out in another restaurant, my mother took her camera out to take some pictures of the assembled table and I have never seen so many men move so quickly to duck out of the way of the camera lens. She was politely told never to take photos of ‘this’ company again by Martin! Give Ed a few bottles of drink and he became the hulk and completely uncontrollable. Janet on the other hand who had met Ed on a Concord flight, when she was an air hostess, was timid and well bred, but always rather sad, she had “managed” to have two children with Ed, I say managed because he was not happy about their appearance, but had finally accepted them. A further bone of contention between them was that he would not leave his wife and marry Janet, which obviously made things a little complicated, there was a lot of sadness in her eyes as they followed Ed’s every word and move around the table.

Alan was the money maker in the relationship with the younger Ray who he indulged. He had made his money in Thermolite back in the day and Ray had been one of the lorry drivers working for the firm. They were both northerners from a working class background and made no bones about the fact that they were in a long standing gay relationship, which considering the period was very forward thinking bearing in mind some of the feelings of the time depending on who you spoke to. Alan always had the beady eye to the chance, he was an older version of how I imagine Oscar Wilde would have looked had he lived a longer life. Alan was full of contradiction and could be extremely vicious. But mostly before he drank too much he was the epitome of conviviality wanting to be the centre of controlled charm. With Alan’s business acumen and skill he had transformed their lives to one of monstrous wealth. Ray had spent his adult life following the bountiful Alan from board meeting to board meeting, sitting in hospitality of some description drinking.. Being board, Alan was an alcoholic and Ray was double.. So quite often when you met up with them Ray was still drunk from the night before, but what struck me about Ray is that he always seemed to give the appearance of just emerging freshly scrubbed from the shower and would break the ozone level with the copious amounts of cologne he had on… But wow, to say that they looked out for my mother would be an understatement and I respected them for that… And so the luncheon rolled on …

Food was now discarded and more wine and stickie’s were being consumed and the conversation was loud, very loud… Some people were smoking cigarettes but the men were smoking the expensive cigars provided by Langan’s. Martin was making eyes at himself in the mirror turning his head slightly from side to side allowing the smoke to tumble out of his engorged rubber lips. Nobody could love themselves more than he did.. He was immune to the conversation going on around him, completely consumed by his own image and self-importance. The now drunk table had descended into nowhere land, Ray was wearing the designer earrings given to the other ladies as gifts by my mother as if they were cheap cracker versions of jewellery. It was evident that my mother was not amused. There was now a general assent and decent of the stairs by various party members going to use the toilets, which was a masterclass in trying to look sober, sexy and elegant all at the same time. Ray who was now so drunk was scaling the stairs on his hands and knees, none of the staff seemed to be too worried as Ray made it to the top of the stairs and was crawling along the floor in the direction of the toilets… Sometime later Janet descended the stairs, completely normally as she had not drunk to the excesses of some of the others. She informed the table that Ray had been sick into the plant display and was currently laying prostrate next to it on the rug, unconscious… My mother who had also not drunk the same as the rest … Quietly took to her feet and walked up the stairs in the manner of a screen siren on a Fred Astaire film…. Smiling as she went..

Various members of staff were now going up and down the stairs as discreetly as possible with various cleaning equipment, I had no doubt my mother was up there trying to wake Ray and bring him round, she was a dab hand at dealing with situations like this with Alan and Ray. Trevor not a seasoned drinker and clearly wanting out of what might be a scene was now panicking, clearly he wanted to make his exit stage left, as quickly as possible… He was flapping to get the bill and he had taken his propelling pencil out which in real terms meant that he was now carving up the bill for payment amongst his revelling pals. Alan was now vaguely aware that his pal Ray had caused a distraction upstairs was doing as he always did, digging into his pocket and peeling off notes from a large wad of cash that he always kept to hand for moments like this… Alan always clocked a waiter that he made a fuss over whilst at any establishment, giving them a large gratuity before the meal had even got underway. This ensured that if he or Ray got blind drunk then he would have an ally… I had seen this tactic many times before.. He waved the waiter over and placed another amount of scrolled notes in his hand and mumbled something to him… And the waiter disappeared presumably to deal with Ray’s fallout.. Literally.

Eventually my mother descended the stairs, smiling and looking glamorous as ever, clearly she had organised the staff to deal with the ‘incident’ upstairs.. Which to be fair they were very good at… Trevor was itching to get out, he was squirming there was no way he wanted to be part of this scene, it had all gone too far, as it inevitably always did.. Figures were banded around the table and payments were being quickly made.. Martin was forced to stop looking at himself in the mirror and make his payment, Angela, his wife, having sustained a number of savage verbal blows from Trevor’s had over indulged herself in the stickie’s and was now slowly sliding off her chair, red lipstick smudged across her mouth… Ed, now standing, eyes overtly large was nervous looking in all directions as if he was under siege. He was ready for a quick getaway, cradled in his arm was a full bottle of what looked like Brandy, Janet was making mewing comments in an effort to make this very large man sit down but it was to no avail.. Alan, despite being very inebriated was now unsteadily on his feet… There was a general alcoholic paranoia in the air.. If I had the sense of humour I have now I would have shouted HMR&C…And watched the fallout.. And I don’t just mean from our table! But I did not have to…

At the top of the stairs appeared a now upright Ray with Alan’s paid up waiter, standing to the left of him in support. Rather brilliantly, Ray’s ears were still sparkling as he was still wearing the diamanté earrings, Ray smiled down in the general direction of the table, he was not looking too bad under the circumstances, he was talking loudly but no one understood what he was saying, this personal language was known affectionately to the group as ‘Raymonees’. As my eyes looked at up at him, I turned my head toward the now concerned polarized men of the group all looking up at Ray as if waiting for divine intervention, there was a sort of sobriety momentarily in the moment a stopping of time. Ray slowly stepped down the stairs as if preforming a stage appearance aided by his waiter. As he reached the bottom few stairs the waiter lost or released his hold. As if in slow motion, Ray lurched forward and to the right taking the last few steps at speed, he took a right about turn that propelled him full on into the mirror at the bottom of the stairs.. There was a consecutive intake of breath…

Ray had effectively face-kissed the mirror at speed, the vision took on a Tom & Jerry animated theme. Ray remained sort of stuck to the mirror for a moment or two as it slowly but spectacularly cracked in shards of glass around his body and then Ray legs slowly gave away and buckled underneath him and he peeled away from the surface like a banana that had been thrown at a window and could no longer retain the hold and dropped to the ground. The glass mirrored exploded and broke free from its frame into a mass of individual lethal shards of glass, raining down on their aggressor like a swarm of bees….

When this horror film spectacle came to an end it was clear that Ray was alive but he was injured and covered in blood, in irritation Ray let out a comment although in Raymonee, loosely translated as “Fuck it”!... Now this is the thing … In any other normal world the men at our table should have run to help and deal with the situation… They did run … But not in Ray’s direction … Trevor, Alan and Ed stampede for the exit in what was clearly blind panic.. Fighting each other to get out of the door like a scene from the Keystone Cops, bodily pushing each other out of the way. Ed being the larger won the fight and was propelled onto the streets still holding onto the bottle of Brandy, closely followed by Alan… And Trevor expelled himself like a bullet after them… There was a slow moving bus crawling down Stratton Street, Ed jumped on it pulling a very unsteady Alan on board after him, Trevor presumably in his blind terror, pushed the portly Alan further on the bus and jumped on behind him.. All three were last seen disappearing off up the Stratton Street toward Piccadilly. Martin pulled his drunken wife off her seat and frog marched her out of the door in haste after the other men and were off up the street, Martin hailed a taxi and bundled his wife unceremoniously into the cab.

What happened to Ray, well an ambulance was called and he was despatched to hospital with my mother where he received a large number of stitches to his face and shoulder.

Sometime after this incident by way of compensation from his ‘beloved’, Alan bought Ray a top of the range Bentley. Which on first outing Ray threw up all over the back seat …

I would like to tell you that they were all too shame faced to EVER go back to Langan’s ever again, but this was not the case! There was one other notable incident..

Sometime in the 1990’s, when my parent’s already hostile relationship had become more antagonistic, they were now mainly living apart except for any social events which Trevor may privately organise, thinking that his wife would not find out about, my mother like a detective would always know about a social event and would turn up unannounced and uninvited, putting Trevor on the back foot.. Particularly as Trevor’s secretary usually was invited! Now, my mother’s Birthday was on the horizon and this always meant a family fallout was guaranteed. We, her children and our respective partners had decided on doing our own thing for my mother’s birthday this year in the vain hope of avoiding another family drama. So when we got a letter from Alan suggesting a party at Langan’s we politely and quickly declined. Trevor was equally invited to the Langan’s bash and was also invited to pay toward this extravaganza on his wife’s behalf… Alan knowing full well that their relationship was on thin ice…

Trevor, who had no intention on this planet of attending another farcical alcoholic shindig with the crowd at Langan’s, with his wife at centre stage, also declined.. That should have been an end to it..

The grand birthday bash a table of 20 plus close friends of this period who were shipped in from all over to celebrate.. Alan had decided to kindly pay the bill and no expense was spared.. My mother was let in on the act and she delighted in receiving a budget for the table decorations and party bling.. The guests arrived and by all accounts the party was going great guns and my mother was as ever the centre of attention and adoration … As the party got underway, my mother made her way to the toilet when she exited she came across the charismatic Chris Evans, who was the embodiment of the 1990’s celebrity television and radio face. He had obviously become aware of the noisy party and kindly given her a kiss on each cheek wishing her a happy birthday… He asked if she would like to play a trick on her guest suggesting that when she sat back at her table he would come over, pretending to know her of old and embrace her.. Just to impress her friends … This was just up my mother’s street… And of course amused the relaxed assembled crowd..

Well as they say … Would you Adam & Eve it! Sometime prior to the attendees of the party arriving, Trevor strolled into Langan’s for his prearranged business meeting and was shown to his table downstairs where he waited for his guest, despite having been given the date and the location of his wife’s party some months earlier, it had clearly slipped his mind or he had dismissed it, most probably both. This is typical of Trevor mercurial style, when I was a child I likened him to the cartoon character Mr Magoo a wealthy short, stout bald man who suffers with short-sightedness and as a result gets into a series of comical situations, this is compounded by his stubborn refusal to admit there may be a problem in the first place!However, through uncanny streaks of luck, the situation always seems to work itself out for Magoo, leaving him no worse than before. Classic Trevor! Trevor is not near-sighted he is more, ‘short sighted’ of the potential consequence of any of his actions…

And so the theatre at Langan’s continues! Puffing on his cigar and sipping his house wine from the sanctuary of the his table.. Trevor was quietly pondering on the up and coming business luncheon. Suddenly he was pulled back to reality from his scheming; by something that caught his eye by the bar, standing there were a number of people he knew, which immediately alarmed him. He slid behind the pillar so that he would not be noticed and observed from what he considered was a safe place.. More people known to him arrived and they were all embracing each other in an excited manner. He pulled back behind the pillar again and tried to make sense of it, his nerves were peaked as he had no intention of letting on that he was in the building. Puffing more deeply on his cigar and taking a large swig of wine.. He looked round again and in walked Martin and Angela with Ed and Janet… “Curiouser and Curiouser thought Trevor”… As yet the preverbal ‘penny had not dropped’!… Panic was now setting in.… The door opened again and in walked his business companion, spotting Trevor he waving effusively in Trevor’s direction. Trevor quickly jerked far back behind the column, knocked over his wine breaking the glass and splashing the contents up the wall onto Langan’s renowned artwork.. Staff hearing the recognisable noise immediately made their way attentively to the table to deal with the situation, inviting Trevor to stand up so that they could wipe down the lap of his light suit now puddled in wine in the crutch area.

Trevor did as he was asked and stood, shaking his business companion hand and turning his back to the party crowd at the bar so as not to be noticed. Glancing furtively over his shoulder at the party of people he could see that they were making their way to their table.. Trevor took his chance he informed the staff that he no longer wanted to sit downstairs after all, he wanted to have a table upstairs immediately. The ever accommodating Langan’s staff agreed and requested that Trevor and his guest follow the waiter upstairs... The staff member led the way through the other dinners tables toward the stairs, Trevor pushed his lunch guest first and followed conspiratorially behind holding a napkin over his groin in an attempt to hide the damp patch and not to put the other dinners off their meal, in case they thought he had wet himself.…

Half way across the floor disaster struck my mother walked through the door with Alan and Ray… Trevor the least subtle person in the world, did an about turn and charged back to the table, mumbling that he had forgotten something, on arriving back at the table he threw himself back behind the column onto the chair; peeking out at the understandable confusion on the waiter and business colleague face, Trevor gesticulated to them and waving them on upstairs..And they duly complied... Now all Trevor had to do was to get himself upstairs and keep out of view.. Red and sweating.. The penny finally dropped… It was his wife’s birthday party!! Hearing much applause to the arrival of the birthday girl… He took his chances ducked out from the table and hotfooted it up the stairs clutching a serviette to his scrotum…..

It was no good the food sat half eaten and cold in front of Trevor, he could not concentrate, on his business meeting; he could hear shrieks of laughter from downstairs from voices he could recognise.. Trevor made his excuses and got up from the table leaving his companion with his half-finished food, and made his way to the toilets were he hid until his guest had left… Thereafter Trevor loitered around the toilet and upper floor areas. One down twenty odd to go… Most normal people would just front it out and leave the premises, not Trevor that is just not his “style” He was plotting his dramatic escape..…

Whilst Trevor was loitering around at the top of the stairs. Various members of the party passed him to use the facilities whilst he feigned interest in the artwork on the walls, by standing to close to it and showing them only his back. He came up with the genius plan of opening one of the windows, in a quiet moment when there were no clients or staff around and escaping across the outside of the building via the fire escape…. Finally he released the latch on the window and started to push the stiff window open… Before he could raise a leg to get out of the window …A very loud alarm went off through the Brasserie, alerting the staff that there was a potential runner. Staff arrived from all directions to capture the potential culprit.… Only to find it was a very red faced Trevor… Who explained that he was feeling too hot and needed fresh air.. All was forgiven and the window was closed… There was no immediate escape… So Trevor continued to sit around upstairs and made a more forensic investigation into the wall art to pass the time as the afternoon wore on..

Finally he could stand it no longer he decided he was going to take the plunge, to walk down the stairs and leave Langan’s via the front door!.. He had based this decision on the law of averages that my mother’s birthday party guests would by now be too inebriated and the party would be in such full swing that he could just escape via the front door like normal clientele with no one noticing him, particularly if he moved at speed. In my opinion this was the flaw in his otherwise well thought out plan. I mean who sprints through a laid back restaurant like Langan’s like an Olympic runner with a bad stain on the front of his trousers?

Trevor picked his moment and shot down the stairs at break necked speed, Trevor is no light weight, so it was quite a sight for the dinners to see.. And people looked up at the stampeding noise. Trevor had not banked on the restaurant downstairs being quite so busy, which meant that he had to adopt a slalom ski style type of manoeuvre around the tables, chairs and clientele. Finding this route blocked he back doubled and attempted to move in another direction as people out of courtesy were shunting their chairs tightly under the table in order to try and let what looked like a man in panic pass.. Presumably they thought the poor man had got quite a serious problem due to the state of his trousers and were therefore in some sympathy with him..

Then mid blind panic, he heard my mother’s voice calling… ‘Trevor, Trev over here’…It was all in vain …To late …He shrugged his shoulders turned, composed himself as much as he could.. And made his way to the assembled table.. My mother and her friends had assumed that he had arrived to surprise her and he adopted the same lie.. He had no choice but to order a number of large bottles of the best Champagne and play along. My mother having spotted the stain on Trevor’s groin, tried to secretly bring it to Trevor’s attention by pointing at it and gesticulating that Trevor should pull his shirt out to cover the discoloration in the material. Which Trevor ignored. Having made the attempt to make merry with some of these people, he made his excuses for the second time this lunchtime and handed over a wodge of cash to Alan toward the party costs… He waved goodbye to all, after participating in a number verses of Happy Birthday to my mother and left as quickly as he could…Taking a taxi straight back to his office…

Some hours later the receptionist at Trevor’s office called up to his office, where he was sitting in a meeting with his secretary, “Mr Wynne-Jones, there is a call from Langan’s will you take it?” Somewhat bemused and concerned that he might be called back to the revelry and further alarmed that his secretary would think that it might have been having luch with his wife, he took the call from another room. “Yes”… “Mr Wynne-Jones this is Langan’s Brasserie, you have left without paying your bill, please may I take details of you credit card.” … You could not write it … Except I have…

You could only liken this adventure to Trevor taking his two alcoholic elderly Geordie aunts to Claridges, London for high tea. Sometime later he received a phone call to his office from the Matradee asking Trevor if his aunts wished to return the two trademarked ashtrays to the hotel or if he would prefer the cost to be added to his monthly bill …

You see, to me there is interior design that surrounds every story …. And Langan’s and its style added to this one …

If you enjoy this story about my life I will keep you briefed on the ones to come …

 



PuttingYourHomeOnTheMarketPart1

posted by Natalie Paddick

I was talking to a friend on Twitter the other day, who is selling her home and it occurred to me how difficult and unsettling this process is… Not to mention the stress of trying to live in a home that has to look like a show home … I have sold and styled a large number of houses, for ourselves and for clients so I thought that I would share a few helpful tweaks with you…

Declutter – Obvious! But the advice is don’t declutter too much! What does this advice even mean? Basically it means tidy up your rooms take out any ‘stuff’ that makes a room look messy, clear surfaces. It is key to make a room look like it has free open space… But don’t make the rooms look sterile, for example leave the odd attractive ornament on show, to give the room a bit of ‘panache’. Remember the proportions of a room and work with that. Try and make key focal point in each room. If the rooms are very large, then be more expansive. People like to buy into a lifestyle, so make yours look attractive. [Which of course I know it is *winks*] Quirky is okay but not too distinctive or individual!

Fix, Clean & Freshen Up! – Obvious [again], but so often people do not do it!?? You would be surprised at how many people think that they don’t need to clean an item because they are taking with them? No! and No! Again! Clean everything in your home! Inside and out! Make your home sparkle! Polish and clean to your hearts content, if that is not a direct contradiction in terms! Trust me when you get to the end of your cleaning frenzy, you will wonder why you don’t always live in this stratospherically clean new lifestyle. Well to be honest you will only feel this sense of euphoria, for a brief period! Because you have now imbibed so many cleaning chemicals that it has gone to you head in the form of endorphins. As this wears off, it becomes clear to you that keeping your domicile as tidy as this, whilst the house is on the market, can become more than a bit tedious, if not almost inhuman! But needs must! Don’t tidy up before each viewing, you have to keep it clean as you go forward with the sale. You are going for the ‘wow’ factor and the ‘curb’ appeal! All buzz words but you have to keep your spirits up in the face of possibly months on the market, whilst you live in your own show home!

You have to take on board that, although this is your home ….It is no longer really your home, it is your bargaining chip to your future life … What I am saying is keep your chin up and/or drink wine, which also helps! .. Start getting detached from your house … Not easy … But necessary!! Stiff upper lip and all that!

Get a theme going – Sounds obvious, again, but it is about drawing people in, making them believe that this is their new Utopia, I know this all sounds a bit exaggerated, but buying a house is a big deal… The most expensive purchase most people are going to make…Let’s move on to Estate Agents!! Pick carefully, make sure that they do all the viewings, I have worked with estate agents that try and get you to “show” the house for them… No! Keep your distance from a potential purchaser and don’t forget, you are paying the estate agents fees, and that is not going to be cheap! I think it’s essential to tell the estate agent how the house is to be viewed, for example, which rooms to go into first, so there is some sort of story being told, making the visit flow….Be strong with your agents. Have a viewing plan.

I have experienced on many occasions when a property does not sell in the first couple of months, the Estate Agents sometimes try to put pressure on you to reduce the price… If you don’t feel this is right don’t… For the record I have never reduced a price of a property because, if someone is interested they are entitled to make a fair offer for your house, on the other hand if you have reduced the price, a potential viewer then sees your property on line, they can sometimes think that there is something wrong with the property or that you are desperate to sell and it will / can put people off viewing. Don’t get me wrong estate agents are very good at their job, but it is a job! They want to get your house sold as quickly as possible and pick up their fee. Also keep in mind, they put the price on your house in the first place! They have done viewings, hundreds of times over, they can get a bit laissez faire. I once sold a house to Freda, from the iconic pop band Abba, so star struck was ‘our’ estate agent … He forgot if he was working for me or her, [she was lovely, by the way]. And I had to ‘re-focus’ his mind on the fact that it was us paying his bill! So take the estate agents advice, but don’t be afraid to make your own rules, it is your house / asset after all!

The Kitchen – Is the most important room in the whole house, it is worth the most per square foot, in the whole house and can make or break a deal, prevent or prompt a potential buyer into submitting the all-important offer..

Here are some simple ways you can update the look of your kitchen, for example replacing the cabinet handles on the kitchen doors for a different or more contemporary style, can actually make a dramatic difference. There are so many styles of handles can be purchased very reasonable with a quick Google search. Important Tip - Make sure you measure the screw holes in your cabinet doors accureratly, the last thing you want is new handles that do not fit to the existing holes!

Once you have cleared the surfaces, which makes the kitchen look bigger, find a feature bowl and fill it with fruit.... Or, I am a particular lover of glass vases full of eggs …. I think it is the earth mother in me?

Be sensible accentuate the positives, for example if there is a nasty stain on any of the worktops, why not disguise it by putting a strategically placed chopping board over it then place a plate of cheese and grapes on top! You are not being deceitful you are selling a perception, anyway the survey the buyer should have will pull up any relevant faults, but by this time your buyer is already hopefully sold on your house and a small stain won’t put them off. … Remember, all houses come with their quirks and foibles… That is part of their charm.

Another great and simple tip of mine, is to get a recipe book stand, find one of your favourite cookery books, and flip it open on a lovely picture and showcase it on the stand! Simple but this will just remind a potential purchaser of just how delicious this room is going to be for them. People love food, hence we have so many cooks and cooking programmes! Even I blog about food and my favourite recipes.

If your oven /cooker /Aga is a bit old, looking sad, buy some bright fresh new T-towels that you can bring out on visiting days and hang them decoratively over the oven door handles which hides a multitude of sins and freshens the look! This sounds mad, honestly I am a ‘bit’ but it works. I have always liked to bake bread, on a viewing day the delicious smell of a loaf in my bread machine cooking away makes the room and house smell delicious.. I have also been known, when selling a property in the winter time to stand over an Aga stirring a large pan of drinking chocolate! Silly but really it helps the purchaser get into the mood! And anyway my children are always ready for a hot chocolate! .. So it made sense to me!

Sitting Room – Make it look as spacious as possible, people want to relax in this room, but they like it to look stylish, too … Buy some new bright colour coordinated cushions, to spruce up the look, if you have the budget, you could always put in some reasonably priced blinds to match, there are many companies that will make bespoke blinds at great prices. Please do not make the mistake of just buying one or two cushions, more is better, don’t make it look like you are desperate, that is worse than having no cushions at all! If you don’t like cushions [men don’t seem too], get a few feature throws for a bit of bling. Clean up the side tables and get some mood / ambient lighting to set the scene, all the lifestyle stores sell these items at reasonable prices or there is of course our on-line, buddy! Remember to switch them on for the viewings and turn the main light down for the maximum effect… If the room is large, strategically placed vases of flowers can make a big impression. Not necessarily just cut flowers, buy some good quality fabric flowers and top up the look with a few sprigs of real greenery from the garden, which can easily be changed to keep the display at its best. Top tip, put a cap full of bleach into the water, no too much, but what this will do is keep the water clear, this tip also works well with real cut flowers too, there is nothing worse than murky, stinky water in a flower arrangement! [Well there is, but let us not go there in this article!]

Many viewings are of course during the evening so why not put an open bottle of wine on a table with a couple of glasses and some nibbles? This will make for a relaxing homey environment… And you get to eat and drink it later! If it is winter light the fire, if you have a working fireplace - obviously! Otherwise it is not advisable! Make sure you light the fire in advance so it is crackling away when your viewers arrive, don’t light it too early so that it is just a damp squib when they arrive, it is all about planning and strategy. If it is summer (see my previous blog) fill the fire place with candles, doesn’t matter if its candles in bottles or candelabra’s, just remember to light them before your viewer/s arrives… It will give the most amazing atmospheric feeling… It will feel like home …. [Theirs!]

Bedrooms – Eeeeek!! This can be a bit of a minefield… I drove my children mad … Once, [actually I drive them mad quite a lot!] It is so difficult to get young children to keep their areas tidy and you will drive yourself mad if you even try! … Just go with it, the best you can! Decorate a high shelf or two that is out of the child’s reach making the feature look cute. Put a big old basket, chest, designer bucket, whatever suits in a corner of the room - this can be a life saver! It makes tidying as quick as quick, you can ‘lob’ all the toys in the basket at the last moment, making the room look tidy! Teenagers are a little more challenging, in every respect! I have no idea why they revert back to being ‘mucky’ cavemen as they get older? It is a mystery? … There is no point in fighting them! .. You have enough on your plate, so my advice is to short circuit the shouting and do a quick daily circuit around their rooms and ‘mess’ areas. I know I should make them clean up … But trust me when selling a house it is just not worth the agro, there is enough stress already! Also Fabric Freshener comes in handy, if you know what I mean!

So back to bedrooms …. Clean crisp bedding is obviously essential, try to withhold any need you might have to use “overly” patterned sheets or too vibrant colours. Keep the theme cool and sharp …

Again pinch ‘that’ tip from the sitting room, putting stylish new cushions at the head of the bed, plumped up and perky… Make your bedroom look sumptuous.. This is the relaxing area… Make sure there is a mirror or two in the room, you know what I think about mirrors …. If you don’t, I will tell you .. I love them, they are my go-to interior design tip! Strategically placed they open up a room, reflecting, refracting and making the perspective of the room appear bigger and brighter. Add ambient lighting with a couple of well chosen bedside lamps. They can add a sculptural feature and change the dynamics of the mood – Try a dimmer too! Add a throw, for a bit of sumptuous charm…

Really / Really important … I have worked in hotels where they completely overlook the ‘blinking’ obvious! No make-up or hair drying / styling areas, a necessity in a bedroom! I cannot express how important this is… If you have a dressing table … Great .. Set it up! A mirror, perfume / cologne bottles [with a spray or two before the viewing], a pot plant on the table, better than cut flowers as it will last longer.

Perhaps a nice stylish tube / tub or two of hand or body cream. If you must have your make-up on show, moderate it, put what you need in colour co-ordinated bowls, and make sure it looks fresh and clean. If you do not have room for a dressing table then mock one up! A chest of drawers will suffice as a substitute, put a mirror on it or on the wall to maximise space. The reason I say this is because it is an important style tip, men and woman feel that they have a private ‘personal’ styling space, essential. How many times have you gone on holiday to a hotel or stayed in a villa and found yourself doing your make-up whilst balancing your make-up bag on your lap, trying to get close enough to a miss-placed miniscule mirror on a wall that is placed at the wrong height! Don’t even get me started on sitting on the floor blow drying your hair! The same situation applies to men…. Most probably not the makeup bit!

Again, you are not selling your house in a completely perfect condition, no one does, houses have foibles! It is a living entity and therefore needs maintenance, if someone puts in an offer, then of course they are going to do a more forensic investigation of the property. That being said, if for example, your carpet is not in the best condition think about an “on trend” rug, there are loads on the market, which can add a new dimension to a room.. PS! Try and find a place to put a full length mirror in the room, if you can’t find a place what about putting one on the inside of the cupboard! Or just outside in the hallway…

See Part two below .......


BlogNordrachHouseHome

posted by Natalie Paddick

In February 2013 I wrote a blog and a number of magazine articles about the TB Hospital on top of the Mendips in Somerset, called Nordrach House, This is a short blog on how we refurbished it, lived it and loved it...


"Well I want to do it!!" "Really Natalie do you not think we have enough to do?" "No I think it will be fun and I think it will be easy!! You will enjoy it!!"( Famous last words! ) This is never a convincing argument with my husband and partner, but to be fair I sort of got my own way .... And so we bought the shambolick wreck! Upsticks from our previous home in Henley-on-Thames to rural Somerset. Trust me quite a cultural change!!

Nordrach House is a 6,000 sqft property with 6 bedrooms, a kitchen you can swing a number of cats in, (two Bengals spring to mind! Which we own.) Dining Room, Sitting Room, Double Office annex, games room with Pavilion and conservatory...  The garden was just shy of 7 acres of woodland and fields all in a general state of dilapidation and dereliction! But the property boasted fantastic Victorian features, such as an incredibly long entrance hall with white and black dot ceramic tile flooring, enormous rooms with 11 foot high ceilings, massive cast iron Gothic windows and the most over grown and never weeded central courtyard. Yes okay a challenge ... 


So began our new relationship with the Nordrach Sanatorium, which had initially been developed from Willoughby's Farm in 1899 by two Doctors, into a much needed TB Hospital; 700 feet above sea level where the air is pure and clean! The demand for this type of cure at the time was so needed that they opened the doors before they had even finished the decorations, at a hefty fee of £20 per week!

Patients were mostly to live in the timber pavilions erected in the gardens and grounds, where they were subjected to an open window, breathe the fresh air policy. One patient, (who I do not believe I am related too!) Sneaked out to the local Wellsway Inn for a drink or four! He was seen by one of the many doctors that worked at the hospital and reported. On his inebriated return to Nordrach he was to find his bags packed and a carriage ordered for him! I should point out at this stage that the Sanatorium had it's own liquor menu, which the guests were required to order from! At the hospitals uplifted prices!! 



Thankfully TB was successfully conquered in the UK, although I understand it is making a worrying come back! So the Nordrach Sanatorium metamorphosed into a refuge from the second world war bombing in Bristol for Hungarian refugees and later a home for orphaned children. Later it was turned into a private Country Club with golf course; which prompted the local butcher; to say to me, "nod, nod, wink, wink, you know what I mean!!" I didn't but I later found out, it was his way of alluding to the fact that the Country Club was a front for a house of ill repute, hosting wild parties, women of the night and excessive drug taking! ...Shocking ... Giggles!!  Eventually it found it's way into the hands the fruit and vegetable empire, the Stokes family of Bristol, who refurbished and upgraded it into a Laura Ashley style of decor circa 1980. When we bought it had not been redecorated since!


Well now I have told you the good sell!! We arrived there in April 2005 to the most evocative smell of wild garlic, growing in abundance in the woods, a plant that has both beauty in it's flowers and evokes very happy memories for me. Hell this was a exciting challenge! Some of my memories of us first moving there; are switching on the boiler in the house the pipes ran under the floor boards up the long halls, which made whooshing and clanking noises ... It reminded me of Dobby, the house elf and his cohorts from Harry Potter, scurrying up and down the house setting things right and making ready for the morning, however it terrified the children!! We would look out the windows on some mornings and see deer, foxes, rabbits on the lawns. The next door neighbours prize chickens, which our cats would on occasions kill and bring back through the cat flap! Making the neighbours rally against us, threatening the cats with certain death... To avoid further upset the cats had to be kept in the house with all the windows shut in the heat of that first summer, with an Aga running - that was not fun. (However, you should know that cats are the only legally free roaming animals in the UK!) On a lighter note we also had a local lesser known lizard that came to see us. It was idillic fun. If not utter madness!!



Once I was woken in the middle of the night by our son, saying "Mummy there is a bat sleeping on my pillow." "No, you are fine go back to bed!!" As my conscience awakened, I realised I had better go and comfort him from this bad dream. I went into his room switched on the bed side light only to be hit full in the face by a startled bat that was happily cuddled up on his bed. I freaked, ran for the door and shut it behind me with him still in there. Holding the door handle to make sure it would not escape. Shouting good words of advice and comfort through the door! "Keep your eye on it, I will get your father! Don't under any circumstances open this door!" "But mummy it’s dive bombing me!" "It's fine, it is just playing ... It likes you!" (You can rely on me in this type of crisis .. Leave small child in room with potential man eating bat!) On the plus side he shouted back through the door. "I will Mummy!" Fishing nets, buckets, blankets were all brought to the rescue in the hope of returning this poor tiny animal back to the wild!! Only to have our daughter complain the next morning, that we were bad parents for not waking her, so she could have been part of the rescue! And our other little boy, wondering what else this house was going to throw at him? "Do we have monsters too?" (You never get it quite right as a parent!) 


We undertook extensive re-wiring, plumbing, refurbishments, it was like the painting of the Severn Bridge; cranes were hired to remove the many massive heating oil tanks that had been put into the courtyard. The policy seems to have been as one item expired another was just added. JCB's were deployed to remove the landfill that was the wood! Seven water tanks the size of a Fiat 500 in the roof were cut out and dismantled, some with lovely messages, signed by the tradesman! One with a less than complimentary comment about the "Gaffa"! The kitchen was to die for, four oven Aga, double electric oven and induction hob all installed and upgraded. It was a mammoth task, but the end result was a beautiful family home, not to mention the 375 metres of material for the curtains, the downstairs windows had a two and a half metre drop!... And did I mention it had a large wine store!! Delicious ... We fought a lengthy battle with the local planners for a large sports complex with indoor pool, granny flat and garages. And a separate stable complex in one of the fields. And we won a unanimous victory .... We gave Nordrach back it's life as a house!    



One of the other stories of Nordrach is that it is plagued with Jack Daws nesting year after year in the enormous roof space. They return to roost every year, building nest after nest, one on top of the other, for years... And boy do they make a mess! But we had to live with them and they with us! Producing many chicks, which would fall out of their nests on a regular basis, meaning the children would have to protect them from the aforementioned Bengal cats, until their parents came and taught them how to fly.  But a big problem for us was we needed to get them out of the roof space for hygiene reasons. It took two men dressed in what looked like Nuclear fall-out suits, a week to get rid of all the debris, nests and deceased birds and rats  ... Disgusting!! 


A very touching story of living in that pile of history, was the occasional pilgrimages of friends and relatives of people who had lived or been associated with the house. They would turn up with pictures and stories about the house in a former life. My most heart breaking memory is of a very elderly slightly infirm gentleman coming to the house, in a rickety old car. His mother was a TB victim who had lived at Nordrach, she was unable to pay the fee's at the hospital, but somehow his father who was a Mason, had secured her a place. We sat and had tea and cake with him as he told us his story of his sisters and him, he showed us pictures of him outside Nordrach House, the tree we were having tea under was featured in his pictures. He was three years old at the time and was only allowed to view his mother through the window to her bedroom, which was my husbands office. Sadly she died, he never got to hold her, just heart breaking!! He was shown around the house, invited back if he ever wanted to come. I wrote to him on occasions and sent him Christmas cards up until his own death... A part of the houses rightful heritage ....

We lived there for just over five years, had the wildest parties, that is for another blog!! In latter years one of our children also had wild parties, just without telling us! Massive family Christmas's, wonderful and fun times. Nordrach was at such an altitude that in the summer, you could really burn when the sun was out and when it was cold, it was very cold, with waist high snow, effectively blocking us off from the world for days. It was a great fun moment in time ... Not an easy project .. But to be fair what is? The time came when splendid isolation had run it's course and we became bored of being taxi drivers to the children! And I had spied a new project to be had!!  So we sold and moved on with great memories leaving Nordarch to another family, a proud and stately home again and a happier place. And keeping our secrets and memories alive in it's old but solid walls ... 





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