A year on

It's almost a year since I moved to Somerset.

And how things have changed! Remember this post? When it became clear that I wasn't going to be moving to this house up the road?

Of course you do; you were very outspoken (read your comments), occasionally shockingly rude and abusive, wonderfully frank, honest and supportive, and you made me laugh a lot and cheered me up no end.

Anyway......

The house in question, the one I didn't buy, despite my best efforts and the Alleged Vendor's apathy, never was sold, but sat on the market for a year. Until my friend S, whom I met one perishing cold winter's day in Dunster Castle car park, where we got chatting and made friends as two new incomers, rented it from the AV last week, until she decides where she really wants to live.

So I now have had the opportunity to be in that house once again. I have walked round it, looked out of all the windows at the glorious views, this time with knowledge of who all the neighbours are (the lovely badger-watching people amongst them), and realised that I much MUCH prefer my present home, my quirky, awkward, characterful old cottage.

Nothing wrong with the house, and in fact its location is far preferable to that of my cottage, but I am so glad I didn't buy it.


Funny how things turn out!