Someone likes our house. A lot. We need to go and look for somewhere else to live. I don't want to tempt fate though - many a slip 'twixt cup and lip as they say. Of course, finding that "dream house" is not easy - they are either ridiculously small or else on a main road. We are looking over a wide area too - all of Powys, Herefordshire and the West Country too. I have to be careful not to slew it towards the West Country too much, but I would love to return to my roots. If the house is mostly right, then the garden is a dead loss. If it has a fabulous garden, then it has bedrooms so pokey you'd struggle to get more than a bed in them. Some promise much from their kerb appeal and then you look inside and they have been modernised so that all their historical integrity has gone. I hate that. The ones that push our buttons are in deepest Powys - half way up a mountain or generally in the middle of nowhere. I wonder where we will fetch up?
Here are some photos from a day out Keith and I had last week, up to the beautiful Elan Valley by Rhayader.
