Wednesday, 15 August 2012

...(almost) home.

It feels like we have been packing for weeks. It feels like moving takes forever. Of course, our situation is different to most, because we are moving into a place we have been partially living in, as well as moving Dave into somewhere new for during the week.

Part one of the moving was us moving our stuff home, which we did at the weekend. On Friday morning, after we viewed a (now secured) flat for Dave, He went off to work for a few hours before picking up the van, and I fretted about whether we'd fit everything in or not. At two Dave arrived with the van, and we packed it with the stuff dearest to us. An hour and a half of going up and down close stairs with bags of books and boxes of kitchen stuff, and an ice-lolly break, and we set off for home. We arrived just before six, and by 11pm we had unpacked our bedroom* and kitchen. 
Bedroom from door

Bedroom from the bed
The only open shelf in our kitchen. HOT BEVERAGES ARE IMPORTANT TO US.
The next morning, I unpacked everything I could of our living room (we still have several bags of books wait for bookcases to be put up) and fiddled with stuff in the bedroom and kitchen, while Dave hung pictures and unpacked stuff for his room (our spare room, but also Dave's office/music room). By about three, the flat was feeling very much like our home. We visited my SIL and our nephew in the evening and acquired some shelves for our bathroom, so even it looks a little shinier.
The living room - pictures hung, books unpacked, washing drying. 
                    
A bathmat, some shelves and a new loo seat do wonders!

We have big plans for the flat. All the rooms need repainting(the previous owner was fond of hideous wallpaper), there's a hall to finish, the bathroom needs to be re-fitted completely, and the kitchen is tired. It's ours though, and it's home.

Over the next few evenings, we'll move Dave into his in the week flat, and at the moment we are still living in the Dundee flat, which is completely bare and a bit echoey, We leave here on Sunday, and then I have a week and  half of work, and then to Paisley I go. It is a long process, and in some ways a painful one - Living apart is not ideal, and leaving my job is not ideal - but the past weekend in OUR flat, with our things about us and our pictures hung, warm and with lots of light, made it very clear how much we will gain from a bit of sacrifice.


*We've been spending lots of weekends at the flat, and we leave it tidy to come back to. This, and the bed already being made, helped the moving in process a lot. If you are moving, make the bed as soon as you can and if you like pictures, set some out. Instant home feeling, and you don't have to faff about with beddings when you are tired. 

Sunday, 12 August 2012

...home from the farm and celebrating four married years!

On Tuesday it was our 4th wedding anniversary. 


Hurrah us! My husband is ace and I love him. We didn't do very much as we were packing to move (more on that later), and because we had just been on a wee holiday...

Cader Idris (Idris' Chair), Snowdonia National Park

Dave and I spent last weekend with his dad and step-mum on their farm in Wales. Last time we were there was Christmas - the had just moved in with only the dogs, the cat and their chickens. This time we met ducks, more chickens, three tiny chicks, and sheep. They have an incubator for chicken eggs, and I got to help with rotating them. They also have bees, who I helped to feed ( bees have to be fed if it rains as the can't collect nectar. This involved my wearing a special suit. I am not generally bothered by bees, but the number of them was a little unsettling!
Chickens Stage 1 - Incubating


Chickens Stage 2 - Baba Chicks! This is their first time outside, as them must be kept warm.


Chickens Stage 3 - Adults. Geoff and his harem.

Ducks!

The Bee Suit 

Feeding the bees.



We found this guy in the log pile. He is unimpressed.

Farmer Dave. 




On Saturday the weather was beautiful, so we did a walk near Brithdir called the torrent walk. It's so wet there that it felt like being in a rainforest at points.North Wales is a rugged place, and the combination made for some beautiful photos.