I know that the cherished friends’ breath is suitably bated until I tell you the latest in the windmill saga. So ‘yer ’tis, as they say in Cornwall.
The C_nt has had his surveyors out with their laser-thingies, measuring access roads and tricky corners, so we know he’s going ahead and we’d better get outta here pronto, Cisco! For reasons best known to themselves (are they masochists or wha’?) the wannabe new occupants of our former idyll still want to live here, so we have identified our new abode – pictured above. It’s in the midddle of a beech wood with a family of deer for neighbours. The barn/garage is also thatched – for architectural consistency, you know – and it is q-u-i-e-t. No traffic noise, just the birds and the occasional hunter. Ten minutes to the nearest town/shops/doctor/hospital – the main concerns of people like us.
Can’t wait to move!