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One week in.

One week in Reefton (four days since moving into the cottage) and I feel like I’m on holiday. I’m floating around feeling relaxed and chilled, wanting to (and doing) little more than pottering around and sitting in front of the fire with a glass of red and a book. Oh, and a bit of unpackingContinue reading “One week in.”

Moving Day

I stood in the background, looking nervously at the van. ‘It’s quite small, isn’t it?’ I said to Bruce. ‘Well, it is a bit smaller than I imagined.’ He looked at me. ‘I’m sure it will be fine though,’ he said, trying to reassure me. We spent what felt like 10 hours (it was aboutContinue reading “Moving Day”