My family bought our family house in 1974, a year after I was born. Towerhill, Blairmore is nestled on the side of Loch Long, Scotland. Originally, about one hundred odd years ago, it was a coach house for an adjacent property. Its foundations lay close to a very old drover's road. In fact, our garage is built right on top of the old road, some people have stopped by the house during the past twenty years surprised they can't follow the old road they were familiar with in earlier years.
In 1978-84, when my father was rebuilding parts of the house, he dug down to the original flagstones of the coachhouse. We found some horseshoes and the lid of an old large pot.
There are a total of three levels of the house. The first comprises currently of an open plan living room, dining room, kitchen. There's a closed laundry room/bathroom, hallway, back porch, front porch, with one step up to a small bedroom(1), a larger bedroom(2) and the bathroom. Stairs between bedroom 2 and the bathroom lead up to my parents large bedroom that runs from one side of the house to the other, and an attic(1), a drop down ladder into my parents bedroom goes to the third level; attic(2) I think its amusing that in all the 18 years I lived there, I never stepped into this attic. The front windows of the house offer an excellent view of the loch, the front of my parents room offers a good view of the loch and the property to the right of us. The windows in the kitchen face left towards the top of the loch and in some winters its through this window we can see the Aurora Borealis. All other windows either face the path that runs behind our house and the huge slate embankment there or the path that leads to our driveway.
When my parents originally bought the house, a hallway connected the living room, dining room and kitchen. My parents current room was split into one tiny room at the front of the house and their larger bedroom. The only way to access attic(1) was through a trapdoor in the ceiling of the downstairs (next to laundry room) hallway.
The small room on the second level at the front of the house was my room for the first 4yrs I lived there, and when my father started reworking the house, he opened up one wall of this room to the attic(1).