The time has come for Roger and Carol

to sell Pantglas and move on.

The asking price was £275,000 now £250.000 and the sale is through

West Wales Properties

www.westwalesproperties.co.uk

Please see their details as well.

 

Carol and I have decided to sell the old home-stead.

Our postcode is SA44 5XL if you'd like to check it out on Google earth.

If you want to email us, please use either:-

rogerguyyoung@gmail.com

or

guy-young.porcelain@virgin.net

Please let us know what led you to this website.

 

 

above:Wide-angle view from the front door (the road work barrier is due to go soon).

For Estate agents details click on the link below;

http://details.vebra.com/property/3590/17619049

Please look at the Estate Agent's Description, as there are a lot of aspects shown which I haven't duplicated here, on our site.

 

 

Looking   back at Pantglas from the field

 

Looking back at Pantglas from the field across the road.

 

Map of the property adapted from the land regitery map: not strictly to scale.

 

 

Googlemap

Pantglas is an odd shaped property because of the history of the way a much bigger property (all related to the old woolen mills) was divided up. When we bought our bit in 1986, I was told that the total plot was approximately 1/3 of an achre. From this I've always thought of the garden (taking the buildings out of the equasion) as being about 1/4 of an achre, but I've never measured it.

The time has come to move on.

There are several reasons for this, but the main ones are:- 

1st.. To down-size a bit, and reduce the size of the our out-goings 

2nd .. Get our living space all under one roof.

3rd.. Carol and I want to set up a new home together, rather than carrying on adapting my old home.

Below are a few pictures of the front, and side of the front house.

 

We recently renewed the Barge boards (I put a little Apple symbol at the apex). I also put a rather lovely, tall chimney pot on, to increase the draw on the multi fuel stove.

.Back of the front house.

 

 

 

 

 

The crab apple blossom has never been better. 

Some of the things we love about the old place

(and will miss):-

 

Apart from the the charector of the buildings and details like the slate-flagged floor in the house and the cobbled floor in the studio; the situation/location.

Bird song is the main sound in the garden. It is not uncommon for there to be none of the usual sounds of modern life. Today there was a while when I couldn't hear the sound of an internal combustion engine (not even distant) or a jet engine. This is so rare in the UK in 2009.

 

Cwmhiraeth seems to be the ideal size of valley to offer a sheltered sun-trap without being so steep that it shortens the day-length, or ever feels hemmed-in.

The night skys are breath-taking with hardly any light polution.

 

The lower garden is a very calm space, looking across the stream to the meadow. 
Below is a very wide angle shot of the lower garden and the meadow beyond the stream.
We have seen an otter less than quater of a mile downstream, and recently a neighbour has seen one 150 yards upstream, so it must have passed along our strip of the stream.
The stream is called "Nant Bran" this translates into Crow-River(or stream). The stream contains small trout (up to about 8 inches) and used to have large eels(up to about 2 feet) but I haven't seen one for years.
The apple three apple trees are very prolific, and each tree produces very different apples.
 

 

The front of the Deri.

 

View of the back of the Deri. This photo is a little deceptive as

gable-end of the house next-door (which is at right-angles) apears to be the gable-end of the Deri.

This might make mor sence if you look at the plan of the property.

Above and below are photos of the 1st floor room of the Deri. It is a super room (approx 15ftx26ft) with seven 16-pain windows,and nice views. A large house (approx 100yds behind) is being renovated; this is not a worry, as it is also listed.

We lived in the Deri for a few years and while it is very basic  it has a good feel about it, and is ready to have someone's personality imprinted onto it. 

The workshop/studio (above) was originally a fulling mill. This was where they wet woven cloth and pounded it into felt. The leat which runs through a cuvert under the road at the front of the house, used to run along the back of the workshop and then through two arches (which can just be made out these days) at the end of the workshop. It then swung round and ran though the Ty bach (below). Appearently there used to be a plank with three holes in it over the stream... very communal !
 
 
 
We are planning to re-roof the Ty bach, as it is a lovely little building (the lower photo shows it re-roofed...I got round to it). My children used to have a little wood-burning stove in there and had it as a wendy-house. It was their "h.q." for "The Fun  Club".
It was always a plan to turn it into a sauna heated by burning garden waste (instead of just having bonfires).

 There is tap outside the workshop (with a hose reel) and a water-proof 13amp socket in the drive. This switches on from inside the house, and usually has the drive and path lights plugged in... these are needed for students coming to and from classes in the winter.

Below; looking up the garden towards the house; edge of the studio on the right.

Below; Looking down the garden towards the studio.

 
I'll add more, including a photo from the otherside of the valley when I can find my wellies and cross the stream; I think this will help put the place in context;  but I hope this give a bit more info, which might pursuade some people to come and look, and others that a journey would be fruitless.
Bathroom window ledge. Blossom from one back bedroom window. Clematis on end wall.
 
 
 
 
Below;       Veg patch.... the herb garden is right behind the house.
 
 
 
I may add other photographs, and I'm happy to add any on request to clarify anything you are not sure about.
 
Any negotiations must be through Bill Chandler at West Wales Properties. Link at the top of this page.
 
Cattle in the meadow across the stream.. they aren't there all the time; when they are they tend to stop and stare at you. We love them.