irony and new home day dreaming

The week I decide to blog daily happens to be the week that Blogger has a moment, and I can’t get in to my blog to write a new post.

Aha, but I have thwarted you Blogger, because I have written this in word and then imported it in...at least I hope I have. Can you see me?

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It has dawned on me that I have been rather coy about where we are moving to.

Perhaps today is the right moment to write about this, because I have run out of boxes until Mr Wah comes home later tonight.

I had planned a big reveal when we actually got there, and I will of course but who I am kidding? The likelihood of my actually getting anywhere near the computer for the first few weeks is pretty poor, especially as I am really bad at labelling boxes after I have packed them. I fully expect one of the children to open a box marked toys to find my kitchen knives and utensils in there. I am only worried that they won’t tell me and will take their new “toys” off for a play and possibly lose a finger or two.

But I am prepared to take the risk for this reason:

We are moving to our very own small holding.

Now, I don’t want anyone thinking that I am going to come over all self sufficient and holier-than-thou, because I fully expect to still buy an online grocery shop on a fortnightly basis for the foreseeable future. I would like to grow some vegetables, and there is a rather ancient orchard which I am told has apple and plum trees in it, so you may get some gratuitous shots of the fruit (none of which I can claim to have grown, because let’s be honest, the tree does all the growing.)

What I am excited about, and what mystified the person showing us around, is the diversity of habitats. In this one five acre plot there is a long grass meadow, a small lake, several ponds and a reed bed as well as a woodland area and the orchard. I foresee a whole Summer of bug love, as well as an attempt to record our own version of Springwatch. (Already dubbed “Wales Watch”.)

We are also a twenty minute drive from the coast, giving us a great opportunity to study marine life as well.

I am thrilled, and it is this thought that is keeping me going when I feel as though I am living in a never ending pile of packing boxes. Only a few more days and I will be there....home.