Originally bought to be a re-creation of the small private hotel, in Cheddar, Somerset, UK, which my parents booked for family holidays, Easter and summer, from 1965 to 1969. Acquired because Margaret is too much of a snob to consider staying in a holiday camp (something my mother would never have countenanced, either). Its low ceilings have proved too small, though, so it's become a private house. As it has some features of Cheshire vernacular architecture, it is now a former estate cottage for a retired agricultural worker. It has been named "The Bield", a very old word meaning shelter or dwelling. There is a real-life house with this name very near to where I live.