I must make clear right away that this mossy Mervyn Peakey relic was not in any way connected with Alexander Erskine of that (apparent) ilk, but I'm featuring it nevertheless.
In transition again
Despite being perfectly content with our semi-detached suburban provincial lair, I have an irrepressibly inquisitive interest in the lifestyles of the present-day occupants of the grim fortresses of yesteryear. And indeed in the marketing techniques of the estate agents who bounce these immaculately refurbished properties onwards, plus (in this case) the fluidity in the number of bedrooms.
When time permits, I'd like to reproduce their virtual tour of this admittedly lovely property, if it's still on the market.