Friday, 12 September 2014

this moment

{this moment}

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{this moment} ~ A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember. If you're inspired to do the same, leave a link to your 'moment' in the comments for all to find and see.
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inspired by amanda soule

Wednesday, 10 September 2014

...days like these...

The weeks have divided into a patchwork quilt of days where the house is full of men crossing paths. Chimney sweeps arrive with huge vacuum cleaners and friendly faces. Only interrupted by builders and joiners with tape measures and ideas. They prod bits of wood and scratch their heads, pull strange faces, "umm" and "ahh" and promise to return with quotes for us. More often than not, they don't.  But we are told not to worry, that's the way here and that when we least expect it they'll come back with enthusiasm and tools and won't leave until the job is done. 

There are days where we scrub floors, dust away cobwebs, unpack boxes, stitch curtains, paint furniture or walls and try to restore a modicum of order. New neighbours pop in to say hello and lend helping hands; bring  local magazines, ripe damsons or welcome cards, tell us where we can find the best chickens for the run, or bring tools; a ladder and basket to help with the harvest of our ancient plum tree that looks as though it will fall over at any minute. Then return with jam still warm and more offers to help cook what they can see to be an overwhelming crop. 

Then there are the run-away days. Where we may escape to London for a day or two, or maybe more, go for a walk or explore a local village, find an amazing shop or cafe; then excitedly return home, vowing not to stay away so long next time.

The gutter has been repaired, a chimney swept and lined, wood burner fitted, oil and kiln dried wood ordered for winter  and the boiler fired up. Plum wine is bubbling away in the bathroom where it has been segregated until the demijohns stop exploding like  mini plum volcanoes, kindling from the same old tree crackles in the grate. We've had our first visitors who have happily stayed amidst all the commotion twice as long as we expected and are even now planning their next visit... have your days been?

Monday, 18 August 2014

...must have done something good...

Home at last. We sat in our wildly overgrown garden to eat our sandwiches on that first higgeldy piggeldy day, whilst the tattooed removal men that had carried the contents of our house on their backs like giant snails, stamped out cigarette butts with booted heels and soaked up late summer sunshine. A Buddleia finger tapped me on the head as red admiral's landed in formation, welcoming, in the same way that the house and neighbourhood has, with wide open arms.

I have the roses back in my cheeks and a skip in my step once more. Yes home at last...

I am so in love with this crumbling house, with this village, with these people and this county.  I think that from first sight H had exactly the same feeling, and poor A who has had wildly extreme adventures in his life, trekking on foot over frozen mountains, being shot at for no reason, living in foreign countries where he couldn't decipher the language, did too. But strangely he's finding settling in, a little more overwhelming than I, who's probably sporting her rose coloured spectacles at the moment and can see the kitchen, minus the green cooker and over sized cupboards, the concrete un-carpeted floors, cobwebs, dust and the millions of unpacked boxes that would take an army to unwrap, and ignoring the fact that she just put her foot through the gallery floorboards. I need to restore order to his kingdom, and I will, beginning with the reassuring institution of Sunday lunch followed by an episode of The Village. 

The weekend also included lunch at this amazing bookshop  and an afternoon invitation for vanilla tea, Victoria sandwich and the moistest coffee cake baked on our awesome new neighbours aga.

But what about you? I have missed reading your adventures and plan a good catch up. How was your weekend and did yours involve any long practised institutions? 

...must go, I'm waiting for the chimney sweep..Never thought I'b be saying that to you on a Monday morning...

joining with karen for weekending.
bye for now