Bandits in an old English town.

Jeremiah's cottage is and old house. When you walk in you can smell the smell of the timber, the smell of the books and the smells coming out of the kitchen, that spread through the rooms of the house and the floors to the bedrooms upstairs.
The oldest part of the house is from the 1540s, the newest, discounting the refurbished, is from the late 17th century. It used to be a small conglomeration of farmer's cottages. Across the High street bend there are a couple more, all thatched to an extent, with mould on their roofs. All these farmers worked under the local lord overlooking the Abingtons: Great and Little.
Due to its location it is now very expensive, also due to its age and the continuous need to fix this and that and clean the chimney and get rid of the frost that builds up between the walls makes it even more expensive. It is on the Linton to Cambridge road 7 miles away from the university. It is also on the old wool road to Saffron Walden, one of many market towns that has made East Anglia prosper.
One of the most important keepers of the house was Jeremiah, a highwayman. He was a rich bandit who took advantage of English consumption habits to smuggle in tea. The house is now said to be haunted with his ghost. It may be. Being old, it creaks and cracks and snaps and knocks. Sometimes pictures appear wonky, but even though I may be somewhat scared, I've slept here for years. My Grandad and his wife have lived here for twelve years and they haven't seen anything. What's more and maybe more important than local legends, he hasn't knocked his head on the low beams or doorways. Or maybe he did, and fed up, decided to haunt a slightly newer house down the road or retired probably with a healthy pension from long retired house keepers.