We’ve moved house. Thank god! Surrey wasn’t pressing the right buttons for either of us and we decided to make some fairly major changes which involved moving 90 miles up the road back to the edge of the Cotswolds and where my heart had definitely been saying we needed to go.
Its hard isn’t it knowing where to live. We live such fractured lives now moving around so easily and switching countries at the swish of a passport. I love the idea of being able to get up and go and my husband and I both have a wanderlust that is well matched (if my Mum didn’t have Alzheimer’s, there is a very good chance we wouldn’t live in the UK for a couple of years). That said, we really needed to set down roots for us as a family. He comes from Jersey and I come from East Kent…….with my Dad being in Wiltshire – so we had pretty much the whole of the South of England to choose from. We went to Surrey because it was an easy commute to London. It was. Very. But with easy commutes comes compromise and having lived in The Cotswolds before, I didn’t adjust well to the compromises at all. Mostly I missed the community spirit that happens the further you live away from London. Its hard to describe and I certainly don’t want to trash Surrey – it works well on many levels for many people…..it did us very nicely for that period of our lives, but we both felt a little ‘meh’ about life there.
Now we live near Burford. 30 minutes from Cheltenham, 30 mins from Oxford. Close to some fabulous Market Towns and honestly there are more awesome foodie hangouts than you can shake a stick at in a 15 minute radius of here! Dogs walks are insane and The Toddler is spoiled for choice when it comes to activity and classes and his new nursery ROCKS (they go and pat the sheep and count the lambs down the lane…..I honestly couldn’t have wanted more for him at this stage). As I type, my husband is testing out one of the local golf courses to see if it ‘challenges’ him. The local garden centre is off the rickter scale and offers not only plants, but food, homewares and much much more and good old Daylesford is up the road for a posh coffee and a massage. Happy Happy Days.
So after 3 weeks of no broadband, I’m back and here are a couple of pictures of the views from our new home and stuff. Blogging will be resumed properly next week…..