Call of the Wild
Three years ago we moved into a large, attractive house on the edge of a village, close to the coast and with beautiful views of the Preseli hills (and Preseli Mags of course!). We’d escaped to the country, but didn’t want our friends and family to feel we’d abandoned them. ‘Come whenever you like,’ we said. And they did!
The last three years have been a brilliant, sociable time with many visitors and lots of laughs. Considering we live in a quiet close, our neighbours are a very convivial bunch too. We’ve got to know more people here and had more invitations than when we lived in a Victorian end-terrace on a busy street in the middle of a Surrey town.
Sooner or later all parties come to an end and lately we’ve been feeling a bit restless. We’ve found our feet here, in this lovely location, but now we’re ready for the next adventure. ‘Hotel’ H is on the market and we’re looking for something a bit more remote. ‘More remote!’ is the usual retort from anyone visiting us from the South, but yes, the plan is to try for rural isolation whilst we’re both still up for it. A place to write, to paint, to dream and yes, to entertain... but not on such a large scale! Oh well, we’ll see what the future brings.
The immediate future brings a trip to the South to check up on the Aged Ps who all need a bit of an inspection and some tlc. And then, on Wednesday, I’m off to St James Palace as my daughter Rose’s guest to see her receive her Duke of Edinburgh Gold Award. Rose has also got an interview with a major publishing company on Tuesday so she’s got quite a week ahead. Stop worrying about it all, Rose. Just be your lovely self and you’ll be fine!