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Finally, we have signed to sell our house. [see] We move out next week.

After four years of trying, we are finally able to look forward to moving house.

Home for 11 years

Selling wasn’t an easy decision; we love where we live and have been here for almost eleven years, but as I get closer to retirement age, we simply cannot afford to stay. We are leaving our large and increasingly unmanageable garden at its very best: the rhododendrons are in full pink and lilac bloom, both laburnums are dripping shiny bright yellow flowers and the flouncy, crimson peonys are about to bloom; now just a couple of days away from opening. It all looks gorgeous.

Yet the house we have found to move to has no garden.

Who knew what compromises we would make when the time came? We each had a mental list of what we could and couldn’t do without as we moved down the housing ladder, but ‘no garden’ wasn’t on either list. Yet, on the plus side of the move is the fact that our new home will be right in the centre of Slaithwaite, our local village and with that location comes easy shopping, easy transport and easy walking/cycling.

Golcar church

Where we live now, there are no roadside footpaths and each of the bigger villages is one and half miles away. Buses come (on average) every 90 minutes (one per hour during the day but not 8.30am or 3.30pm – every two hours after 6.00pm and every two hours on a Sunday): so having trains and buses close by should improve our mobility.

Our new (to us) house has three good-sized bedrooms, two of which have stripped-back-to-brick chimney breasts, there’s a WC with bath and separate shower and a fair sized attic storage area. The living room also has a stripped-back feature chimney breast, into which we hope to fit a multi-fuel stove. The south-facing kitchen is huge; full width of the house. It is fitted with colourful Ikea (we think) units and has French Windows opening onto a Juliet Balcony, which overlooks the village itself, and the slightly more distant hills.

The house is one of three (six really) formed from what was once a British Legion club. Each of the main three houses has a separately owned one-bedroom under-dwelling, utilising what would once have been the cellar area.

So there we are – moving house. Scary but exciting times.

 

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Saturday Walks

I really should have started doing this much much earlier.

I’ve been out walking on a Saturday for many many years. At first it used to be that I was out for most of the day but for the last five or so years, it’s been limited to Saturday mornings. My walking companion is usually John Rousell, and for all of those many years (possibly 15 or 16) we have walked and talked most of the greater Huddersfield/Kirklees area and often further abroad too. In 1999 we also cycled from Barmouth in Wales to Great Yarmouth in Norfolk – just because we could and because it is just about the widest part of the country to do a coast to coast cycle ride! See: http://www.village-e-learning.co.uk/cycleride/cycleride.htm

However, for this first dedicated post my walking partner was Tony Tighe from Calderdale Training. Tony and I have known each other for over 20 years have have become great friends. We’d planned to go to Reeth, in Swaledale with Sharon and Tony’s wife Gill this weekend John hadn’t expected to be out walking with me this week. However, we were thwarted by the awful weather. The keys to the cottage we’d booked in Reeth have still not arrived (we’ve had no post for the best part of a week), but we postponed anyway because the weather in North Yorkshire seemed to be atrocious.

Nevertheless, we’d made some preparations and decided that we’d still have the planned meal at our house, exactly as we’d planned to have in Reeth. So, we had a Baked Camembert with crudités and locally baked bread (Gill brought a loaf she’d baked too); Beef Bourguignonne – a favourite; Sharon’s take on Bertei’s Bomb (ice cream, home made toffee, meringue and whisky – she usually uses Baileys but I got a good draft of Glenmorangie in there this time). We had a great evening.

Then on Saturday, Tony and I took a walk around Bolster Moor and on towards Pole Moor. There is still a lot of snow about following a week where the weather has been worse than at any time before my birthday (next week) than I can remember since being a child. We walked through drifts and along snow covered back-roads and had a thoroughly enjoyable few hours. The sun was bright, the views were superb and we were both wrapped up warm.

What a cracking morning’s walk.

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