This essay chronicles my recollections of the various houses I have lived in since I was born.

I doubt it will be of interest to many of my usual readers but maybe some will tempted to read about my journey over the last seventy-eight years.

I wrote it primarliy for our sons Stuart and Craig and our five grandsons, Matthew 15, Ethan 12, Drew 10, Zac 5 and Rory 4.

I realise the boys are too young to be interested but perhaps later, when we are long gone, they might come across this epistle and find it of value.