Saturday, 10 August 2013

Escape to the country - An introduction may be in order...........

.................everything has a beginning , a middle and an end (although some would argue certain semantics about the origin of the Universe and such like).

As a beginning, hello, I sit working on Saturday from a friends house (no phone at home yet) with two black and white cats looking on wondering what on earth this two legs is doing in their domain. One stand offish, the other uber friendly. Why am I here ? a long voyage of discovery that life need not always be compromise and dreams can be achieved if the are realistic enough.
Last Tuesday in that other world of stress, noise, confusion I had left the constant white noise of the Heathrow flight path and was sitting behind a removals lorry containing every posession I have, my wife had gone on ahead to Lincolnshire that morning and our lives w were in a state of flux.
Would we be welcomed (outsiders in a tight village community), would the money in the house purchase chain be forthcoming (there had been problems)would our 2 female cats (and also our grown up daughters which the cats seem to be anthropromorphised as ) like the new locale ?

INTERMISSION: Coco - black cat with snowflake obsidian markings has a Comma Butterfly to play with, kidnapped from the nearby lavender bush. I now notice that the floor has a certain wreckage of butterfly fuselage and wings, this young cat has a hunters eye and a typical feline love of taking delicate winged animals and trying to see how they work. This one has just been rescued, but certain others have their motors broken.

Still there ? Good, I won't take much more of your time........

Suffice to say we arrived in the lovely Lincolnshire Vales, moved in aided by a combination of SAS and Keystone Cops as these removals crews seem to be recruited to be, got our cats from the local cattery which it turned out is at the end of the paddock appended to our garden (I'll introduce the dynamic duo another time, they'll be stars in their own rights)and are now beginning to explore like the first men on the moon.

This Blog is our middle, we hope the end will be a long long way away...............

2 comments:

  1. Congratulations! What took you so long? I'm now in my 12th year of being a non-Londoner and I've never had a single moment of regret.

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    1. Thank you - Intertia plus a sense of familiarity in Ealing, then we discovered nearly everyone we knew had gone away from there. It was then a question of go somewhere we knew well (Dorset, East Sussex, Kent) or aspired to (Shropshire, Worcestershire, Anglesey) and decided not to compromise and be brave aiming at Lincolnshire Vales on the edge of the fens.

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