What lovely memories come flooding back with this picture of Atherton House.  I remember the flagged hall leading from the door at the side to the kitchen and lots of oak panelling in a room at the back which I always recall as a library.  Then there was the little orchard with a low wall around which gave me hours of fun and the stream with the little bridge where we could play ‘pooh sticks’ to our hearts content.  I think I always dreamed of living there myself one day.  On arrival we were always enthusiastically greeted by the dogs, Blackie and Tiny (a black labrador and dachshund, respectively).