When I think of Wrexham, I think of unemployment, scousers, and funny-money Mickey Thomas, the footballer jailed in the 90s for having counterfeit bank notes.
What I don’t think about, aside from that being clearly unfair, is the fact that it is incredibly well connected, technically not in England, which, let’s face it, is a pretty crap place to be at the moment (don’t @ me), and that it has some particularly wonderful countryside around it.
In that countryside, nestled away in North Wales, is Marford, is this absolute belter of a house.
It has five bedrooms, wouldn’t look out of place in the hills outside somewhere glamorous, like, for instance Monaco, and is a relative snip at £750k.
So, what’s the story with it?
Well, I don’t really know if I am to tell you the GHT (that’s an acronym only I use for God’s Honest Truth). I found it because I was bored. But I’d live in it. Let’s have a look around.
Ok, to be honest with you mate, that’s a bit disappointing inside. You promised me so much. Promised.
Ok, don’t get like that. Let’s have a nose outside.
Yeah, that’d be nice in the sun with a bottle of San Mig.
You reckon do you? Well, wait til you see this.
See?
I like this house a lot. I am not sure why. Having never visited the area, I can’t speak for it. The closest I have come is travelling from Chester to Holyhead on a train, on a line that hugs the coast, which, it has to be said rivals that of the Antrim coast on the tip of Northern Ireland.
It’s just nine miles from Chester (in England, but nice), and just 40 mins/ 1hour drives from Liverpool/Manchester respectively. Of course, Wrexham is up the road, but stereotypes prevent me from looking into that. I am sure it is quite nice (a quick look showed me that it is the fourth most populous town in Wales, unemployment is just above average for the whole of the UK, and wages are bouyant).
The house is in the village of Marford, surrounded by pine trees and up some hills. Lovely walks if you like walks, with views of moorland. The village came about around 200 years ago as part of the Trevalyn Hall estate. I had to look it up, but think period drama, people having duels with duelling pistols, and bastard children sired by wealthy misogynists and you’ll get the idea.
Ok, so if I am a footballer for say Preston or someone like that, this house might do me?
It definitely would. But it might also do someone who has made a few quid in London, has sold their two bedroom flat in Greenwich, and wants a really nice house within easy reach of gorgeous countryside.
I fancy a pint. A really nice pint.
Well, you’re in luck. The village has two boozers. The Trevor Arms (not named after someone called Trevor, but after the Trevalyn Hall estate), and the Red Lion. The Trev, as I like to call it, has good reviews and looks a bit gastroey. The Red Lion has bad reviews. This probably means the Red Lion is better. In any event, it is well unusual for a village to have one pub, let alone two, so that’s good news.
What else?
Well, Marford has a mix of listed cottages from it’s initial construction, as well as some rather bland looking, but perfectly acceptable looking homes. And then it has this sort of architect led thing, including some older models that have a lovely 60s/70s feel going on (none on the market at the moment). This one is lovely and private too – it has a gated drive.
Gimme a fact. A fact.
Well, I only have the internet to go on, and limited time, and let’s face it, nobody really reads this, so I am not off to to the local archive centre, not for you lot. But wikipedia says there’s a ghost. Which as I am publishing this on Halloween, is apt. Apparently she taps on people’s windows. Which, by ghost standards, is pretty decent. She could bellow up the stairs or something, or spit blood out of the taps. But tapping on windows. Yeah, that’s nice.
I play for Preston North End, fancy an hour’s drive to training four days a week, and want a house that suits my aspirations, and is in my price range because I am not Sergio Aguero. What do I do?
If you want to buy this house, have a chat with the agents. Strutt and Parker’s Chester branch is dealing with it. They’d love to hear from you. 01244 955 074. If you mention the blog, and if they ask me too, I nicked their photos. I’ll take them down if they want, but they’re reproduced, as ever, with the best of intentions (those intentions being getting 12 likes on Twitter).
Oh, and here’s the Rightmove link. I don’t get paid for links / referrals etc. Obvs.
https://www.rightmove.co.uk/property-for-sale/property-69511837.html
Oh… You’ve got me thinking about people called Trevor. Tell me Trevor facts.
My favourite Trevor is Trevor Peake. But he’s not as interesting as the fact that there are two Trevor Rees-Joneses on Wikipedia. One was Diana’s bodyguard (and the only survivor of the crash that killed her), and other is a billionaire American. I wonder if they ever get each other’s post?
That's an Interesting House 