This is the first prt of a four part series all about my love of wooden houses and how we built our own. There will also be a two-part series coming soon all about the garden we created.
Excerpt: “Sun—bleached grey wooden steps led up to a small, but amiable verandah. The third deck board passed the top step always creaked as you walked over it as if to remind us that we were home. At least for a while. There was a white-washed timber frame porch door with well-used fly screens that had lost their stretch. It had a spring attached on the inside, so that it slammed shut behind you when you walked through. It always made me jump.”
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