A field, a garden, a barn and a bank

Three roads meet at the bottom of a valley.

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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”

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”