Three roads meet at the bottom of a valley.
Three roads meet at the bottom of a small, insignificant valley. And just a short way up from the valley floor are two adjacent gates, always open. (Neither accessible to the removal lorry.) It’s possible to make a circuit of our new domain, encompassing all the various environments we have, by entering at one gate and circling around to reach the other. Continue reading “A field, a garden, a barn and a bank”
By this evening the residents of the local village will have witnessed the contents of our house being decanted from the back of one lorry into a smaller one.
We arrived here mid-afternoon after a broken night, a harried departure and a smooth journey. En route, in our separate cars, we heard firstly that completion on our old property had gone through, and an hour later, completion on our new one: we would arrive as the legal incumbents of Highfield, ready to embrace this new life in Cornwall. Continue reading “The house is ours”
Who needs television when I can watch Harri watching birds…
It is 05.16 and I just heard my first bird of the day: the distinctive harsh call of a pheasant. I love pheasants. I am happy to have a pheasant welcome me into this – our first full day in this beautiful place. Continue reading “Birds on the Balcony”
The view from here is inky black. If I turn off the lights the sky is spangled with stars.
Friday April 1st
It will shortly be 5 am. I have been up since 3.30, awake since 1.00, and I am sitting here, in an empty room, in an empty house, bubbling with happiness. Continue reading “The View from Here: silence and stars. The story begins”