This is my interpretation of my Grandparents home. I spent many days at No. 46 as I grew up two doors down. My fondest memories are climbing onto the outhouse roof and sunbaking with my cousin (later to be chased off with a broom by my grandfather), squashing the African Tulip tree flower pods, visiting the many race horses down in the stables and of course Sunday lunch, in which many family members would attend. Happy 90th Birthday Grandma.
