The house they called "The Hawthorns" (IN COLOUR!!!) presumably 1957.
In all its red-brick magnificence, with a brand-new car in the driveway, and his shiny wife standing at the garden gate, this possibly - and quite literally - presents the very picture of the peak of aspirational life for a tradesman from Hyde in the mid-to-late 1950s.
What he did to pay for it, I'll never know, but it also seems to represent a high watermark in the fortunes of my family. It has, again quite literally, pretty much been all downhill from there.
If you have been paying attention (and let's face it, why would you have?), you may have noticed that we have, of course, visited the small matter of the creation of this house before - in a blog from way back when called http://m-a-w-h.blogspot.co.uk/2013/10/grandads-grand-designs-photoblog.html (if you're that bothered).
Those pictures were in black-and-white, of course, and came from the boxes of loose photographs that I salvaged from my mother's place after she died and which I may decide to finally explore more properly once we start to reach the end of the slide show.
Again... Don't say that you weren't warned...
An Englishman's home is his castle. Wonderful views.
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