Take a bow, Mrs Worthington.
Where to start? Knowing that is like trying to gather a porcupine, a rhinocerous and a cat with fleas, and push them all through a letterbox.
This is the story – we were somewhat bored. Life had entered one of those transitional bits and seemed to be drifting endlessly. It was getting, frankly, a bit tricky. And what do we do when life gets tricky? We make it doubly, triply, gargantuanly more so. We pile it on in heaps. We ship it in shag. We did what we always seem to do at such times – we bought a wreck. And not just any old wreck – a heritage listed wreck with three levels of approvals to be gained before you can even sneeze within your own walls.
This blog will be a sort of repository for the process of restoring the house back to itself. I have no idea how it will go. Judging by the fact that the approvals phase alone seems to take up to a year, it might get very boring. We’ll see.
So, the house. Ah. The house is Regency in style, though built later. A 1750s sort of house built in 1855. At the foot of Sydney Harbour Bridge, just a few hops, skips and jumps to the Opera House. Let it speak for itself with the pictures. I’ll try to take better, honest, but I’m not terribly gifted with cameras.