…the new house. We have just moved to a small town in South Yorkshire. The house is 1930’s, well looked after but in some serious need of modernising. I have started this for a number of reasons, one is so that I can personally track the progress and ups and downs that will no doubt ensue, secondly, I can never fit enough in to a tweet or facebook post for people that are curious.
One of the reasons for the move was the garden. We lived in a lovely detached cottage in a little village overlooking the village green, perfect. The only problem was it was rented. I spent a year reviving the lovely garden and realised how important gardening was to me. Back in January I was thinking about the approaching big 30 and thought how lovely it would be to have a greenhouse for my birthday, this raised a number of questions such as where could I put it and could it live where the shed was, but this was not my shed. This would not be an issue if we owned the property and this got us thinking maybe this is the year to find our own house and that we did.
We looked at many houses, most of the ones we saw had the smallest gardens, I stared to think I would just have to get creative with pots an containers but then we saw this one. It felt homely despite being empty for a long time. I looked at the garden from upstairs and was musing aloud as to where my greenhouse could go when the estate agent informed me to my delight that there was a greenhouse, what I had not realised was that the garden is actually twice the width that it actually looks, it was just hidden by the huge holly bush. We put an offer in that morning.