My childhood wish to live in a modern house didn’t leave me. In fact, as I moved into my teen years, the desire grew even stronger – fuelled, perhaps, by my mother’s love of viewing “show houses”. Sleek designs, open-plan living, bright colour schemes – they served only to reinforce my conviction that a modern home would be the one for me. In fact, not only did I want a modern house, I wanted a newly built house!

During that same time period, though, my parents took me along to see Stately Homes, museums, art galleries and villages which had been built in very particular architectural styles. To give an example; Ripley – a village near Harrogate in Yorkshire, which was modelled on a French village and is quite unlike anything you would expect to see in that county. The village was one of my father’s favourites, and we would visit often. I began to realise that there were facets of historical design which interested me too. My mind was beginning to broaden when it came to the subject of architecture!

When the time arrived for me to buy my first property there were several pressing practical considerations which over-ruled my desire to acquire a “new-build”. Locality and cost being the two major factors. And so my first ever property acquisition was not new, not even modern but Victorian. I never did find out the exact year in which my house was built. However, datestones on terraced blocks to the right and to the left of my own house stated 1868 and 1888 respectively. So we may conclude that my property was constructed somewhere in the middle of Queen Victoria’s reign.

I would love to be able to relate how I lovingly restored that Victorian workers’ cottage and how I painstakingly renovated original features. I wish I could say my home was worthy of an article in “Period Homes” magazine. That I can claim none of those achievements is a source of ongoing regret.

There were few successful moments in that renovation project which I can look back on with satisfaction. Instead, there were a string of poor decisions and errors. When the house was sold and I turned the key for the last time and drove away, I tried not to look in the rear-view mirror – neither literally nor metaphorically.

I was not aware of it at the time, but those lessons learned were going to stand me in good stead for any renovation and decoration projects I would take on in the future. At that moment, however, all I wanted from my next home was that it would be brand, shiny-new!

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