Eve of destruction: a childhood home

“Those walls and rooms, the fields under that bright spread of sky, contained me in my earliest years. A family house is one of your guardians. As a quiet, imaginative child, I had spent as much time alone with it, on my inward paths, as I had with its people. I had a relationship with it in its own right.” Novelist and ghostwriter Roz Morris opens a window onto the decaying life within her childhood home.