Keegan R.
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We stepped off the street and straight into another century. The house smells faintly of polish and old wood, floors creak in the best way, and rooms are set as if someone just left for a meeting. A guide walked us through at an easy pace—study, bedroom, dining room—pointing out small details you’d miss on your own: worn armrests, family photos, a clock that still works when wound. It feels like a lived-in home first, a museum second.
Out back we wandered the yard and took a minute by the verandah to let it all settle. You get everyday history here—the cups, the coats, the view down the garden—rather than just dates and names. We left with a clearer picture of the time and a few favourite corners we kept talking about on the drive home. Simple visit, nicely kept, and worth an unhurried hour.