Not so long ago, however, the grain store was derelict. For years it functioned as ad hoc storage and a playground for the children. One beam still bears a streak of spray paint, a trace of childhood mischief that has been left deliberately untouched. Hay was stacked high where the bedrooms now sit, and the kitchen was once a makeshift lean-to stable for ponies. Restored now, warm and composed, it is difficult to reconcile the space with its former life – yet signs of that history remain, quietly woven into the fabric.