This week’s photos for Thursday Doors comes from the 1980’s, when my husband, myself (eight months pregnant on twins), two children aged 5 and 3, and the dog moved, into an old bungalow needing plenty of refurbishment, in county Clare. No, it wasn’t the old stone cottage in these first two images, although that did come with the house and our plan was to renovate it, too. The first shot was taken during our first winter there and the second one, the following year. You can see where a lot more of the roof collapsed over the course of a year.
The reason we didn’t get round to tackling the old stone property was because the house we had moved into needed so much work. It was a four roomed bungalow, built in 1935 by the people whose family had outgrown the old cottage across from it, which must have been about 200 years old at the time. The man who owned these houses was a cobbler and with the village only a half mile further up the road, he probably earned a decent enough living. He also owned a quarry, right across from the old cottage, which may have created some extra income. It was on this old quarry that he built the new house for his family – the one that became our home in 1983.
You can just about see the remains of the old door on the cottage and what’s left of the thatch that became a ‘living’ roof. That’s me with the twins and our two older children. It was a bit of a challenge renovating on just my husband’s income but as we did a lot of the work ourselves it was manageable.
It took about three years to get most of the wiring, plumbing, heating, septic tank (we used a chemical loo for the first few months) and attic conversion done. As you can see from the photos of the front and rear of the house, I love red doors. We were able to save the double sash window at the back but the rest had to be changed. What a wonderful six years we had in that house, and I loved every minute of it – except when we had to empty the loo in a lime pit at the end of the garden. The first thing we did, was have a septic tank and flushing toilet installed. We had to wait for planning permission to come through for that, hence the need for the chemical toilet. The original front door was rapidly disintegrating with only its red paint holding it together, so we had to replace it – with another red door, of course.
That red door was a great backdrop to lots of family photos.
Sometimes it was colder inside than it was outside.
At other times it was so hot we thought we were in Mexico.
Okay, so that’s a bit of an exaggeration.
Thanks for visiting and joining me on my trip down memory lane. There are lots of interesting doors to be found on Norm’s blog, why not head on over and check it out!