Yesterday was a day off for us. The weather was kind although too humid for my tastes - that always affects my breathing. We set out to view another property, along the Welsh Marches proper this time, in an area we hadn't ever visited.
All I can say is that the area we drove through and eventually stopped at was just breathtaking. The house was in a fabulous setting, beautifully done up and we could move in without needing to do anything bar add a bigger shed outside for storage. A smaller house than absolutely ideal, but enough to stop us in our tracks and think, what would we have to jettison to downsize that much? I mean, how many bits of furniture do we really need? We went through our house this morning and easily 2/3 of what we have could go. Along with half a million books and 9/10 of my wool stash . . .
We went for a little walk up the track behind the house, and it didn't disappoint. Cat paradise . . .
More lovely views.
Trackway back.
A neighbour's roses.
Then the drive back through lovely countryside with wonderful views everywhere.
Both this and the other house we have seen (which Keith prefers as it is larger) are contenders. Our house still hasn't been put up on the Agent's website so I shall phone them this afternoon and see when we might expect it to go on. Of course, this is all academic as we could languish on the market . . . but one lives in hope. You are probably shaking your head and thinking, why don't they wait until they are under offer? Well, sensible though it might be, we like to know what is out there and explore the possibilities of new areas and deciding just which compromises we would be prepared to make.
I had some heavy duty dentistry this morning (though it wasn't as bad as I had feared). He drilled through a molar crown to investigate a possible infection brewing in a blocked? root canal. I have had it cleaned out, X-rayed twice, a dressing put in and the crown patched and don't go back until August. I am giving myself an hour or two off this afternoon to settle down with a good book. Then I need to get a steak and kidney casserole on in the slow cooker as Tam arrives at teatime to stay for a few days. I have shut the door on the ironing mountain . . .
