This was my uncles old house, John Harriman, I have many good memories in there with my cousins in the 70’s-80’s i can still hear the front door knocker that banged when you open the door and the steel boot grid outside the back door that rattled as you stepped on it and the rattle from the front window as the bus drove past, lol. I think he converted it from the pub, the house next door to your left as your looking at the house from the street was part of it as well, the window to the right used to be a big set of wooden doors that were always open, he used to own racehorses and take them through there from the stables at the bottom of the garden and up on the mountains above cefn golau, he was also a glazier and another one of the sheds out the back were a glass cutting workshop, the last time I went in that house was about 2008/9
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This is my house, we have lived there for 13 years. I would very much like to find out more about its history and see more photo's.
This was my uncles old house, John Harriman, I have many good memories in there with my cousins in the 70’s-80’s i can still hear the front door knocker that banged when you open the door and the steel boot grid outside the back door that rattled as you stepped on it and the rattle from the front window as the bus drove past, lol. I think he converted it from the pub, the house next door to your left as your looking at the house from the street was part of it as well, the window to the right used to be a big set of wooden doors that were always open, he used to own racehorses and take them through there from the stables at the bottom of the garden and up on the mountains above cefn golau, he was also a glazier and another one of the sheds out the back were a glass cutting workshop, the last time I went in that house was about 2008/9
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