I have long held a bit of an obsession with houses, and both the inside and outside aesthetics of domestic living arrangements fascinate me. The idea of creating a happy nest inside a pile of bricks and mortar intrigues me very much and I love to see how different people choose to decorate and furnish their homes.
My creative interest in houses/homes is mainly to do with the interiors, but at the same time I do love a good nosey around the outer periphery too - in short, I am a nosey so-and-so and I find home life in all it's shapes and forms fascinating. I like looking at different styles of front doors and windows and I love seeing what folk do with their little patches of front garden. I like to see flower pots and window boxes and little gates and washing lines...
...oh yes, I love washing lines so much! There is something so comforting and humble about a string of clean clothes drying in the open air. Usually laundry-drying is strictly a back garden activity, but here in my town many of the houses don't actually have back gardens. So it's not uncommon to see washing lines strung across back yards and back cobbled streets, making use of any available space.
The town where I live is old (like really old) and is recorded in the Domesday Book of 1086. It has heaps of old buildings (including a 900 year old castle) but what I'm sharing today is the simple terraced housing. These house were built for the families who worked in the many textile mills that sprang up during the Industrial Revolution.
There are lots of these houses across town, row upon row upon row of them. They have front doors opening out onto the pavements......
...but there is also a network of old cobbled back streets running behind every terrace. These back streets are wide enough for cars to drive down, but mostly they are used by pedestrians and give access into the little back yards behind each house.
These back yards are small but precious and many folk go to some effort to create little gardens in their tiny outdoor spaces. Often the back yard also contains an old "outhouse" which would have contained a simple toilet in Victorian times.
I really love these old cobbled back streets, they are more than one hundred years old, isn't that a teesny bit wonderful?
The thing about these rows of terraced houses is that they aren't just houses. They represent communities of families living in pretty close proximity to their neighbours - it's a friendly way to live for sure.
You don't always have a great deal of privacy, but the feeling of security and homely comfort that surrounds daily life is priceless. Sometimes I miss not having a bigger outdoor space and sometimes I miss not having a green, open outlook. Our view is the mellow colour of Yorkshire stone walls, we are surrounded by them on all sides.
I admit it took me a while to get used to living this way. We moved from a detached house on a small, quiet cul-de-sac where privacy was everything and where neighbours kept themselves to themselves. You generally said a polite "hello" in passing, but that was pretty much it.
Living in a terraced house (especially a Yorkshire terraced house), you really get to know your neighbours. These folk love nothing more than to stop and chat, socialise, make friends, and you become a part of the community very quickly. You get absorbed into the street you live on and become a true part of it.
After seven years of terraced street living, I can tell you that it's pretty great.
I would love to hear about where you live, any other terrace-dwellers out there?
Do you have a garden, land, a view? Do you know your neighbours?
Do you love where you live or aspire to something different?
Let's talk homey stuff!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!