This is the first house that I have any memory of living in - I must have lived there from when I was a small child to when I was about nine or ten. The house was old, dark and Victorian - and I always got the impression that a child had died there. For the longest time I didn't like playing in the spare bedroom upstairs or the box room because of the atmosphere, and when I did in years to come (and I would sit and read the books in there like Robert Lewis Stevenson's "A Childs Garden of...
Crieff Road
Crieff Road