There was a pretty white house I walked past every day on my way to and from primary school. As I got older, I’d see the house from the station platform on my way to and from high school. That station platform’s the place I met a boy who’d become my husband about a million years later.
That house is one I recall from childhood and by a stroke of luck, at the exact point in time we were on the lookout for our forever home, the previous owners of 30 years, decided to sell.
After months of disappointment while scouring property sites, there she was. Station Farm Cottage. A pretty white house we both knew and both found intriguing. And now, that pretty white house is almost ours.
Contracts exchanged, completion coming soon. We get the keys in the coming days and our adventure begins.
Built in 1884 (we believe), she began her life as a farmhouse. Her land was sold to developers when she was around 90 years old. Not long afterwards, she found herself surrounded by new build homes.
She’s now in need of a bit (a lot) of TLC, and we can’t wait to get started.
Station Farm Cottage 