Enough about the house design.
The house is situated a number of steps down from our driveway, that's long and sided by only 4 other houses. To the front of our house is a long set of steps and a long path leading to the main road. The path acts as a walled boundary to the properties to the direct front and to the front side of us. Both these houses are closer to the level of the loch. To the right of our house, by about 100 yards dense with bushes and a wall with one tiny gate set high in it, is another house. Very old also and deliciously built.
Our property is short in front of our house due to the sharp incline of the bank that runs down to the house in front. A very narrow path runs around our house to the right, passes the small above mentioned gate and passes the window of bedroom(2) with a space of 3 feet across. It then passes along behind the back porch and meets our back door to open out into the high kitchen window and then to our moderately sized front garden (left of the house). Steps run from here up to the driveway, which was built over the old drovers road now interrupted by our garage and a pile of rubble my father created.
We own roughly 2acres of sweet Scottish woodland, sparse behind the driveway and garage. Behind our property runs a small road that services a golf coarse and some property on the 'high road'. A burn runs alongside our driveway and cuts through the property that we own that runs in a sharp angle up to the 'high road'.
The view from our house is broad, comprising of a full view of the Clyde to Glasgow and a good portion of Loch Long to Coal Port and the opening of the Clyde into the sea.
Now. I'm not sure where to begin with the things I've seen/felt around my house and in it.
I could start with my pre-knowledge. My older sister (15yrs older than me) and one of my brothers (11yrs older) were in the original dining room, this was probably 1974 or 75. My mother was sitting in an armchair there. She suddenly saw my sister and brother dash to the front window and gasp. She looked and saw nothing. Apparently they had seen a greenish object flash down the loch from the narrow end to the clyde. It scared them both.
When I was apparently 4, I looked out of my window (front of the house, second floor) and pointed into part of the neighbors garden, which at that time was a neatly kept raspberry place. I talked about how I could see the lady next door. The lady who'd I'd been referring to loved to tend her raspberrys, however, she'd died a few days before this instance.