One of the properties caught my eye, an old Victorian school in a pretty village about four miles away. We had eaten at the village pub (meant to be the second oldest in England ) so I was interested to see who would buy the school and how much it would sell for.
Well...........it didn't reach its reserve.
So............later that evening we climbed over the gate for the first time to have a rekkie.
We liked what we saw, and being young, fairly headstrong but with secure jobs and no ties, what did we have to lose?
Within days we had our house on the market, had secured a second mortgage, borrowed some money from parents and put in a sealed bid offer. Luckily for us we had dared more than anyone else and the school was ours.
The school which had opened in 1858 rang the final bell in July 1981.
|Our next door neighbour!|
|Some of the previous inhabitants of our school.|
" St James School, this is your life" .
Watch this space........