The Bavarian Cottage

As we left the Bavarian Hut and followed David past the quaint little buildings,sheds and water tanks,
we noticed a house hiding it seemed to us at the back of the property.  Intrigued we waited while the agent again struggled to find the key that belonged to this house. Propped up near its entrance stood a 70's style lavender sink complete with rusty taps.

This cottage although painted brown had green shutters on which someone had painted little red hearts.  The solid green door opened and finally allowed us in as we turned and entered a curtained off entrance.  In the middle of the room was a single bed with a double glass door leading to the living room area. Here we gazed around us at the warm glow of timber.  The country kitchen with its green and red flowers which adorned the timber doors looked onto a field which stretched as far as the eye could see. In the sink someone had carefully washed all the dishes and left them standing.

Next to the kitchen was an L shaped bench which stood against the timber wall panelling.  The floors gleamed in the sunlight as we stood in the living room looking out past the double glass sliding doors at the small deck. Beyond us a massive cactus tree snaked its way onto the roof dominating the other trees and shrubs.

Standing in the living room were two well worn leather armchairs. The television had been painted blue and had scattered silver stars glued around its rim. A dusty set of Encyclopaedia Britannica stood above an old desk.  Adjacent were long mirrors set in the timber panelling with a small balustrade up near the roof from which a rag doll hung limply.

In front of us a timber door was carefully painted with colourful birds.  Beyond this lay a bathroom with the most vibrant blue as its background.  Colourful fish and coral childishly stretched across the entire wall. 

Beneath lay a white spa bath encased in dark timber panelling with a separate shower and pink vanity.

Leaving the living room area and retracing our steps, we opened a door opposite the front door.  As we tried to adjust to the darkness, we saw a toilet which sat above a step.  Hanging above the toilet were pipes coming out of some white tiles.  Without trying to stifle a giggle we realised that the toilet had just been installed into a previous shower without making the usual adjustments of taking out the existing pipes. I was further charmed by a small basin with a Victorian mirror hanging by a chain above it. Who were the owners of this house and why had they left so suddenly?