All time favourite home?
The one I grew up in! My parents emigrated from England to a very small town in Western Canada. They bought the tiniest clapboard house which my Dad then doubled in size with his own two hands. It was the 1970s and my mother was very homesick for the UK, so there were chintz curtains and a certain mock Tudarbethan vibe going on. But it was beautiful and comfortable and home. We left that house when I was ten years old but I still have such strong memories of the moss-green velvet sofas, the decoupage flowers that my mum pasted onto the kitchen cupboards and the enormous hi-fi cabinet that held the record collection. Weekends were lived to a soundtrack of ABBA, Bony M, Queen - or Roger Whitaker…. The house has since been torn down (replaced by a McMansion) but I have a drawing of it done by a family friend for years ago that now hangs in my own home.