Slowly getting there . . . and a further comment on selling

Weaver of Grass asked why we haven't sold.  The answer is, I think people coming from England have such high expectations of country living in Wales - and know absolutely NOTHING about living here.  They don't seem to know the word compromise and unless the property is absolutely perfect in every way, they aren't interested.  

Of course, because we were the farmhouse for the farm next door, this is the sticking point - all the feedback seems to be along the lines of "You can see the farm from the house" (this was the breaking point for us in the end as the agent just said this every time we'd had a viewing and yet it clearly said in the house details that the house was next door to a working farm).  Well yes, that was the idea when the farmer was living here! 

So, what we need is an extended family who want to do Air BnB with what was mum's lovely flat, and who have a couple of horses so they understand the countryside, mud, rain and probably won't panic when there's a bat or two in the house in August . . .

Our bedroom with the new carpet down and no furniture.  It is HUGE.  (About 16 feet square).

The end with furniture . . .

I had a bit of inspiration and got the Demi-lune table from a spare bedroom and put my beautiful pre-Russian Revolution cast iron mare and foal sculpture on it.  Perfick!  I LOVE the new curtains too - only £26 from Dunelm.

My "waterfall of plants" dividing the patio from the stone garden.

Aquilegias down by the entrance to what was mum's flat (the Old Dairy) and the first Welsh poppies in flower.

Clematis Montana rubens romping up the hedge and into an apple tree.  I have several of these . . .

Lots of different colour and petalled Aquilegias.

Bottom half of Cart Stable painted.  The Country Cream doesn't match the other Country Cream as it was a different make, but we didn't have the time to go round searching for the other one.  It will have to do though I may splash a bit of yellow limewash on if it really looks glaring when done.  All the pots are going Out Of Sight next week.

And here's one I did earlier . . .

The latest stray - another tom of course, who will soon be going to have his bits rearranged . . .  He will let me stroke him now whilst he's eating, so we are nearly at the shove him in a box and drive to the vet stage . . .  I call him Davy (as in Davy Crocket, as he has a tabby "hat" and a tabby tail just like the one on Davy Crocket's hat . . .)  He is of the Snowy line, and also related to Miffy who has very similar markings.

Big Fat Sam - also known as Rambo for obvious reasons! who arrived last summer and said he had Come Home and Wasn't Shifting - and indeed, he did NOT!!  He's a sweetheart.

So, progress has been made and we hope to be phoning round some estate agents next week.  Just a bit more painting outside and a LOT of tidying/housework inside . . .