Sunbeams filtering through shuttered windows, weaving patterns on white walls,
The tick and the chime of the grandfather clock,
The heartbeat of the house.

After breakfast piano sounds echoing upstairs,
Busy kitchen, raspberry tarts, pizza, toast and jam.
Family jesting, laughter and happy voices, filling five floors with love.

Whistling wind shaking the attic walls, a favourite spot for hide and seek. Soft toys guarding the bed, Cubby and Lucy Bear, Panda, now missing an ear, and Anna Doll.

Spinning in granddad's chair until we felt dizzy, requests for the unicorn song LP, choosing a spot to curl up with a book. Open fire on cold wet nights.

Soapy cellar smell, a maze of little doors and rooms, laundry and ironing, love worn toys from generations before, bagatelle, and snakes and ladders.

The soft squish of fruit picking, shelling peas, scuffed knees learning to cycle, daisy chains in the glorious garden.

A Georgian wonder, never a just a house, always a home.