It was one of those Architect's abberations of the mid-seventies when the thing to do was - let it all hang out, a sort of built equivalent to Noddy Holder's sideburns and Dave Hill's platforms.
Our man must have turned to Dairylea or Velveeta cheese wedges for inspiration or possibly the Walnut Whip, then specified asbestos slates.
Planning laws were circumvented by pretending it was a boathouse although neither water nor boats ever entered the ground floor.
Before it was finished it had been redesignated as a Restaurant and only remained a Boathouse by name.
I still have a recollection of it being built and wondering like all the locals, what the hell is that? An upside down ship?
Then it was a guesthouse, then a B&B, now its a private house, of course without a chimney...
Which is why I'm wandering about all three floors, scratching my head, where on earth could a chimney go?
If it went up the outside, that would certainly add insult to injury, and be truly hideous, local opinion could easily be stirred up again on the lines of 'area of outstanding scenic beauty' and 'renewed calls for demolition.'
"Yes it's been a source of on-going debate amongst the locals for the past thirty years" admitted Mr F. the current owner.
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It sounds somewhat intriguing. I'd love to see a picture.
That would be another story though, once one starts introducing images where would it all end?
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