The old homestead...

With a lot of squelching through a boggy field, falling over, and quite a bit of hilarity we got into the ruined house where my dad was born. My grandparents had a small holding and both had other employment, my grandfather was a postman and my grandmother was the local midwife. I passed this house a lot as a child but it didn’t seem interesting then but sure is now. It’s actually quite a decent sized house over two floors. There’s an extra outside.