When I arrived home after the long drive from Oxfordshire the magic of Beckley was still fresh in my mind. I was a little surprised when I opened the front door to be confronted by the Beckley smell of damp and smoke. And also, an awful lot of black. A thin film of soot covered every surface. There had been a fire in a downstairs bathroom which didn’t develop into a full scale conflagration, but did fill the entire house with thick black smoke. The alarm had been raised by our Jack Russell, Pepper. Good old Pepper, a lifesaver, according to the fire brigade. I want this house to last another hundred years or so, but my first priority is to get rid of that Beckley smell.
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