![]() ![]() Or enormous by my standards, having only ever lived in London flats. He loved damaged things, and of all the chocolate box cottages and friendly stone rowhouses we’d looked at, the House was by far the most broken. ![]() I could see it on his face already-the anticipation he felt when something derelict and once-beautiful fell into his care. Putting his arm around Mum’s shoulders, Dad kissed the top of her head, but he was looking down the weed-choked gravel drive ahead of us. Dad had shown me grainy newspaper photographs of it, and it demanded to be set apart, somehow, from the more ordinary country homes we’d looked over. I was already thinking about it like that-as the House, with a capital H. “Oh Jack, I don’t know about this,” Mum said doubtfully as we parked in the lane and peered in at the front gate of the House. ![]()
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