So, today we bought a house.
At least, I think we did – it’s all very low key in the Scottish system and I don’t think we’ve actually signed anything at all during the whole process, but we do have the keys and we have handed over a sizeable sum of money; the rest has been sorted out by the lawyers. I hope.
We’re not moving till the end of the month to give us time to decorate and buy up the entire Screwfix catalogue but we headed over in great excitement for the really important business: finding the garden
And pioneering a new route to the old chicken shed*
As well as the contents of one of the bathroom cabinets (what is the etiquette on that, btw? Do we just own anything left in the house after we’ve acquired the keys or will we be expected to pack up the half-used packets of Pepto Bismol and send them on?), we seem to have acquired some excellent compost
A water feature
And garden statuary
Oh and cows for neighbours. Of course.
The back garden puzzles me – a large part of it has been carefully landscaped with a membrane and slate chippings so that it is effectively a barren scree slope with a few architectural (gardening speak for spiky) plants thrown in. Each to their own – and the weeds do pull up from it rather nicely – but I can’t think why anyone would want that as their view from the kitchen window. I’m guessing that I can poke holes in it and put plants in although it appears to be pure clay underneath.
Still that’s a problem for another day. Along with where best to put the veg plot, the fruit cage and the greenhouse …
* Chickens not included; although there’s a good inch or three of droppings in the shed which makes me feel quite sad for the previous incumbents. Still, more good compost…