Family Heirloom

Sometimes you get a nice feeling about a house – maybe the location, the outside space, or just the general vibe. I often shoot big country piles which I wouldn’t buy even if I had a billion quid spare. It’s a matter of taste I guess. This one is called Ulgham Hall – not so much a hall, as a decent sized, grade 2 listed, four bedroom detached house in a village full of people who seem to live their life away from everybody else – I’ve never seen anybody walking along the pathway ever. The village has a pub called The Forge which looks like it’s never open. Funny sort of place on the road between Morpeth and Widdrington Station. Anyway, I had the keys to the house, and on this day, my missus decided to come along. I parked on the small driveway to the front, and looked at the imposing exterior of the building. The agent had said that the property would benefit from “honest photography”, and as I opened the front door into the hallway – sporting several years of non-occupancy