Venturing Forth

B very gently suggested that he let me out of the car and said he’d come back for me …

This afternoon we ventured abroad, heading for a retail park in Plymouth at B’s request.  Such a trip wasn’t quite what my romantic soul had imagined as our first joint expedition from our new home, but of course there are many practicalities to deal with at this time: B needed a different box to get the tv working properly; and we wanted to look at fridge/freezers and dishwashers – very essential kit on my list.

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Introductions

A neighbour called by today to introduce himself: Peter – a local farmer.  We can see his farm from our windows.  He was welcoming, friendly and helpful.  The sort of man you could call upon in a crisis.  He mentioned that the road climbing behind us is treacherous in icy weather.  A road to avoid when winter approaches. We have arrived here at the most perfect time in the year: wintry weather is highly unlikely now and everything is ready and waiting to burst into life.  If ever it stops raining and warms up!

The View from Here: sitting on the sofa

The view from here – from sitting on my sofa – is grey and green and gloomy. And I love it.

Saturday April 2nd

It is 7.15am.  I woke a couple of hours ago; I’m sitting here – on our sofa – enjoying my second cup of tea; the silence broken only by the birds on the balcony and Harricat purring.  I am ready for what feels like our first proper day in our new lives.  And I feel like I’m the luckiest person alive.

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The house is ours

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”

The View from Here: silence and stars. The story begins

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”