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The Golden Egg
I know that there are some sweet souls who have been following Pete’s and my journey for quite a few years now and I am humbled and full of gratitude for the support and solidarity that you have shown to us as we go from one adventure to another. You will already be familiar with the highs and lows, twists and turns that we have taken but recently there have been some new followers to this blog…
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Just In Case...
Just In Case…
I’m absolutely serious about wanting you to give meditation and dowsing a try. And just in case you are not yet convinced I thought that I’d write another post and try to tempt you by telling you about some of the things that can happen when we tap into the oneness of the universe and our inner light. . Before I start, I just want to say how delighted I am by the wonderful and positive response…
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Two Very Special Gifts
Two Very Special Gifts
It’s so nearly the end of the year and already I am impatient to start 2022. It’s almost here, up there on the brow of the hill, I can see it twinkling and shiny and full of new possibilities and hope. And oh how I wish that I could be sitting with you now and chatting with you rather than writing this because this is definitely one of those blog posts that would be so much more fun if it was…
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Fire In My Belly
This time of year always feels extra special to me. It’s not just the warmer weather or the longer days that delight, its the whole period between Imbolc and Beltane that seems to give off an extra sort of buzz. I find it a terrifically exciting time of the year when I feel unusually energetic. My creative heart is torn between the studio, writing, the garden, kitchen and fields. All of those…
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Hugs In The Time Of Covid
A few weeks ago, my younger brother, Ollie, sent me one of his old jumpers. In recent years, it’s become something of a tradition that I inherit his cast offs.
It started because whenever he came to stay, he’d always accidentally leave something behind when he left. And as it so happens, most often it would be a jumper and because I am very partial to a baggy jumper, I must admit that I was…
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Hearing Myself Think
This post follows on from Finding Enchantment.
Today is one of those gentler autumn days, seasonally breezy but with just the right amount of bluster. Not somuch of a gale that it demands us to hurriedly down tools to retrieve buckets flying round the garden or, inside to hastily fasten angry doors and windows. Quite the contrary; this spirited zephyr means no mischief at all, she just wants…
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Finding Enchantment
‘We who live in quiet places have the opportunity to become acquainted with ourselves, to think our own thoughts, to live our lives in a way that is not possible for those keeping up with the crowd.’ Laura Ingalls Wilder
The idea for this post came to me shortly after we moved here in June 2018 yet, as the months have passed , what started as a simple idea (to be explored in further posts) has…
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'Life Is Like A Cucumber ...'
‘Life Is Like A Cucumber …’
‘Life is like a cucumber. One minute it’s in your hand, the next it’s up your ass’ ( Lawrence Durrell) This quote is one of my favourites. It perfectly describes, albeit crudely, what it feels like when things don’t go to plan or worse.
This past year I’ve had plenty of ideas for blog posts and stories but I’ve been so busy with the garden working in the fields that I’m now months behind. My…
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Make Do And Mend
Make Do And Mend
It would be all too easy to gloss over the hard, shitty parts and just write about what’s good, but life’s not like that, is it? And if I am to write an honest account about our life here and our projects, I need to address not just the positives, of which there are, i hasten to add, many, but the negatives need to get an airing as well. For sure, this life that we are trying to forge for…
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The Hippy, Hippy Shake
The Hippy, Hippy Shake
God, cow shit smells awful. It’s evening and I’m sat by the stove in the kitchen. Supper has been and gone, candles are lit and cast their glow on the windowsill. I have a mug of Earl Grey tea and Irishman has his PG Tips and after some bickering, the three dogs have finally sorted out who gets to lie where. Ahh, how lovely I think to myself, what a wonderfully cosy domestic scene, a picture of…
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Newsflash
Hello, this is a public service announcement …
Dear friends, last year Irishman and I were invited to appear on a British TV show called ‘A New Life In The Sun’. After it aired, several of my blogging friends in the US asked how they might be able to see it ( VPN is generally the answer but can be complicated) For those of you that are interested in seeing the show, I have some good news!…
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Twenty Paws
Well folks, those rose tinted spectacles of mine took a spectacular tumble the minute we opened the front door. My fantasy of The Red House stopped right there on the doorstep. All my dreams for a perfect first evening smashed in to a thousand tiny pink pieces. If the weather on this summer solstice night was inhospitable, alas, there was nothing to offer even a small vestige of comfort inside.…
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Out Of The Blue
It was early March and The Red House had been my obsession for four months. It was the last thing I thought about as I went to sleep, the first thing that I thought of each morning and in between I’d dream of it. My days were punctuated with visualisation, plans, scheming and dreaming. Everything had become about The Red House. Irishman thought that I was completely nuts but he admired my…
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Mistress Of Visualisation
Just like Colette, my very own Mr Willy, the Irishman, has banished me to the attic to get on with writing this post. He’s been badgering me to get on with my blog for the past two weeks but due to all manner of boring and annoying things, there’s not been time nor headspace to devote to any creative endeavours. Now finally I’m at my desk. It’s freezing and very draughty up here so I’m wearing…
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One For Sorrow, Two For Joy
One For Sorrow, Two For Joy
We loved the Chinese Laundry hostel so much that we ended up staying an extra night. The piles of laundry and towels had begun to feel like home. We also went to see the other houses that I’d arranged for us to view. After The Red House, each viewing felt like we were having to kiss a bunch of toads, none of them were a patch on the first. One of the properties that we viewed was possibly the…
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Two Roads Diverged ...
Two Roads Diverged …
My response to Irishman’s ‘I could live here’ was played very carefully. Inside I was bursting with excitement. What had it taken to change his mind so quickly? He’s not one to bow to pressure so easily. I was expecting it to take at least a month to wear him down, to get him to agree to my new plan. By my reckoning it had taken just a nine hour car ride, a good dinner, a scenic car ride and a…
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Potato, Potahto, Tomato, Tomahto...
Potato, Potahto, Tomato, Tomahto…
It was beginning to get dark as we approached As Pontes. Thanks to my incessant Internet stalking of all things Gallego , I for one was dizzy with excitement when I finally spied the huge chimneys of the power station looming on the horizon, their plumes of steam belching heavenwards in the brisk night air. Immediately I felt at home. The scene reminded me of the Industrial north of England, a…
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