(if for any reason you don’t see the photographs in this post, hit refresh to reload!) Hopefully you can see some improvement compared to the first ones I shared. They’re still relatively rushed – the work of minutes, squeezed in between pasta, playing Peppa Pig and panicking about deadlines, but then what’s new? I find work best
It’s almost exactly a year since we placed our offer on this house, and committed to actually doing it; to leaving the city-living we’d always known, and moving out to somewhere sleepy, rural and green. I remember being desperately excited, sure it would never really happen for us, but also, particularly in the small hours
So grateful to call this amazing Dream House ours for a lifetime. A few of my favourite reasons… the front If you have eyes you should be able to see why. Our front door has a big rough-cut old key and above it, under the creeper, you can just make out the old lettering from
A strange sadness, to leave the house Orla knows so well. She’s splashed in this bath since her very first week; she knows which wobbly floorboards to skip, as she leads my by the hand to bed. She knows where the raisins are kept, and the way to the park, and the best windows to
We’ve found a village; tiny, windswept, balanced precariously on the downward slope of a Yorkshire valley. Nearly every house is ancient, with beautiful views, stone walls & wood burning stoves. There are two pubs, no shops, a tiny school and roe deer that roam free & turn up in your back garden in the
Because it’s green there To have a fire & a garden & a stone kitchen floor So the chickens can roam free So Orla can go to a small village school & get an adorable Yorkshire accent Because it snows there instead of raining Because it rains there instead of being grey To see the