Happy New Year! How was your 2013? Ours started slowly, with the snow putting the brakes on some of our plans, but turned out to be surprisingly good – if twisty-turny.
We started the year determined to find a house to buy. Back in 2011 we sold our home in Essex and found ourselves renting again in Hertford. As much as we loved Billericay, it was time to move on and we wanted more space plus, once we’d sold our house, we realised we wanted to be somewhere where Doug’s commute to Victoria would be easier. But we couldn’t decide where to settle and at the time we couldn’t find the right property.
At that point we were labouring under a pretty naive ‘Hugh Fearnley’ kind of delusion that we might be able to move out to the countryside and live the good life more whole-heartedly. But eventually, after probably three years altogether of my property search, I came to my senses and realised it just wouldn’t stack up financially or otherwise. I have to say that that was after looking at everything (insane) from buying a smallholding (which we nearly did in Hertfordshire…until we realised we’d never get planning permission in a million years…) to renovating umpteen broken-down barns everywhere from Cambridgeshire to Norfolk to Kent – even to living in a caravan while we built somewhere (something Doug knew I would never really be able to cope with…).
We both now need to be near London for work (I’m no longer working from home permanently as I was when I started the Frugal Life blog on MSN back in 2007) and anywhere we could have realistically afforded to buy a plot of land and build a home was simply too far away from the capital. Plus the whole area of getting planning permission was just too fraught with difficulties.
So we said goodbye to crazy ideas – Doug would find some land to rent rather than buy to pursue his vegetable ambitions – and we started looking for something more sensible. But in 2012 that proved difficult in Hertford as there was so little on the market, so in 2013 we widened our net and searched in earnest for somewhere we could call home. The cold weather made it all the more crucial as being in our un-insulated rental was like living in a freezer. Eventually, after several false starts and unsuccessful offers, we thought we’d found a home to buy in a nearby town. Our offer was accepted and we thought that was that, but fate had other ideas.
Four hours later disaster seemed to strike. Our landlord of our rental gave us two months’ notice to move out. We panicked, realising that the move to the house we were buying could never go through in time, especially as the vendor needed to find a property to buy. After some frantic searching, we eventually found a new place to rent. But we were pretty stressed, realising we would have to move twice. We have a lot of stuff, so this didn’t appeal. Plus it could end up costing us a lot of money if we had to get out of our new rental contract early.
It was the evening we moved in that, exhausted, I realised that I suddenly felt different. I felt calm and at peace for the first time in months. I sat and looked out at the lovely big garden and the hens enjoying the space for the first time in 18 months. It was like the house was telling me, ‘this is your home…’. The following week Doug started saying things like, ‘I wish we were buying this place instead of the other house’. Fortunately, after a few tentative approaches, the landlord proved willing to sell and – after much toing and froing – and worry that we were setting ourselves up for disappointment (as well as guilt about the vendor we were letting down), the new rental was ours.
So we’ve just blissfully spent our first Christmas in our new home. Yay! It needs a lot of TLC and redecorating but it’s ours and it’s such a relief to have a permanent home again. We realise how lucky we are. The great thing is that it has a nice big south-facing garden and – of course – Doug hasn’t wasted time but has already put in a veg plot…Maybe it’s just to cut down on the amount of lawn he has to cut…
The sad thing which happened just before Christmas is that our lovely hen Marmalade is no longer with us. She got ill out of the blue – it was some kind of intestinal blockage, we’re not sure how it happened – and despite an operation didn’t make it. We and her best friend Missy miss her desperately. She was a lovely soul who gave us much pleasure as she was so fun and full of character. We should be hardened chicken owners by now but a lot of tears were shed. We just hope that there is a chicken heaven and that she is up there in the great coop in the sky, bumbling along and enjoying herself in the sun.
Missy is currently on her own and could be until the spring as there aren’t currently many pure breed hens available – it’s the wrong time of year. Hopefully we will get something sorted soon, but Doug is also thinking about building a new hen coop that will be big enough for three pure breed hens as they are big girls and need plenty of space…
Hope you are all having a great 2014 despite the endless rain and wishing you an amazing year. Do let me know what you plan to grow or do this year and thanks for all your kind comments.