Never a Truer Word

Back when I used to work in IT and had a team who had to pretend to listen to me as I was their boss, I had a little saying I used to trot out on appropriate occasions: “Never underestimate the permanence of a temporary solution that works” (yes, I was that kind of boss but in my defence, I worked in an organisation which had a building called the Temporary Cycad House that dated from 1971, so I rest my case).

So it should come as no surprise to anyone that although when we moved up here renting our cottage was a temporary measure, intended to tide us over until we were sure we wanted to live up here and had found a more permanent house we could buy, just over eight years later, here we still are. Partly this is just because time flies if you’re not careful and eight years could happen to anyone if they’re busy and have other things on their mind, and partly because we accidentally found ourselves in a place – or at least a location – which was hard to improve upon. Not only does the other half’s shed empire occupy almost as much floor space as the house, allowing us to have a shed each and one for the swallows, but we got access to a splendid walled garden, and recently a full size greenhouse. Add in the fact that we are in the middle of some of the best rural cycling roads in the UK – a dense network of lightly trafficked single-track roads with just enough up and down to be interesting but not enough to force me to get off and push – and somehow found ourselves enmeshed in various things in the village and Bigtown that moving too far elsewhere was difficult to contemplate. Given that one of the attractions of the place where we live to us is that there aren’t very many people around, house hunting proved difficult as that meant there also weren’t that many houses to hunt from.

However, all these difficulties notwithstanding, it does look as if we might have bought a house that ticks most of our boxes. It’s still very rural, it’s within cycling distance of Bigtown (but up rather more hill…), it has a garden and enough shedage to be getting on with,* and it’s close enough to where we are now that many of my cycling routes and all of our activities can remain more or less as they are now. It is, in short, not perfect (no greenhouse, no walled garden, a road with a white line down the middle between me and Bigtown) but it is as perfect as we were likely to find – and fingers crossed (although I gather this is very much less fraught a process in Scotland than it is in England), it will soon be ours.

It means farewell to the ford (sniff), Papershop Village and ASBO Buzzard (hooray –  although we’re not moving until July so it will get a few more chances to attack me). It won’t mean farewell to the garlic or any of the other surviving veg as I have arranged to keep access to the veg plot until everything has been harvested. And it should mean lots of exciting new gardening adventures as I finally get a chance to shape a garden of my own.

Stand by for more on this as the story develops…

* it has other things, like bedrooms and a kitchen, but to be honest I think we spent more time looking at the outside bits than the inside ones. Sadly it wasn’t the house where the tour included a detour to look at the next door badger sett …


7 Responses to Never a Truer Word

  1. Jane says:

    Congratulations! You must send the new address. We will miss the fordxxx

  2. Bob McLean says:

    Wow! Congratulations! Your title was quite misleading, and I very nearly started to skim. Would have missed the main event.

  3. Sounds great..I had worried about the garlic but you have it all sorted out. Just don’t look back but forward.

  4. ballsofwool says:

    I see I spoke too soon about the gardening. Trust you to move house but keep the garden! I’m happy for you. Good luck with the move.

  5. welshcyclist says:

    Sounds idyllic!

  6. disgruntled says:

    Thanks for the kind words – we’re half looking forward to it and half nervous…

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