We replaced the city commute with the good life
Posted by Fiona Nevile in Cottage tales | 2 commentsIt took me three years to find the final positions for the pictures and furniture, and that was only because I had a key client coming to lunch one day. I had to take a whole week off work to get the house in order.
It’s embarrassing to admit that, 14 years later, there are still cupboards stacked with bulging, unpacked boxes.For five years I worked and lived in London, coming back to the cottage only for weekends and holidays. It was always a joy to return here, to drive in through the gate and stand by the car in the stillness, gazing up at the stars. Finally I just had to try living here fulltime and commute. This was just before I met Danny.
Suddenly a weekend retreat became our home. We tried to iron out the niggles that had been ignored for the “weekend life” but began to drive us barmy when we lived here full time. The cottage became a hub. Finally we started to appreciate what we had. We stopped commuting and the drive for the self sufficient life was born.
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I enjoyed writing this post too, Amanda.
I loved this…