Every time I visit the seaside I get dissatisfied with our little Victorian Terrace House (that we are desperately trying to pay off) and the very nice and adequate life we are trying to build in Croydon.
Suddenly I want old family name and history and a seaside townhouse with four guest bedrooms and a range stove with sea views that I can do bad paintings of.
This is exactly the kind of place I am talking about and I found it as we were on the train back from the seaside last spring.
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