If you didn't know Wadestown was just at the end of Richard and Sarah Caughley's drive, you could think you were in the country: theirs is exactly the kind of generous home, full of furniture and mementoes handed down from generation to generation, that you'd expect to find surrounded by rolling countryside. Instead it is perched in one of Wellington's hilly suburbs, originally reached by a winding path rather than a tree-lined avenue. But there's no doubt about the warmth of its welcome and it feels as if Sarah, Richard and their children Rachael, sixteen, George, fourteen, and Arthur, twelve, have lived here forever.
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