I apologise for my lack of activity this last week. I’ve been rather busy with a house move. They say every house move takes a few years off your life with the associated stress. I don’t believe that. I think its an opportunity to start fresh.
We moved into what is possibly my favourite home ever. It’s a dream place, out amongst the paddocks, surrounded by nature, close to all my favourite hunting and foraging sites and the house itself is a character filled building, an old school house converted into a home. Cosy fireplaces warm us on cold nights, the afternoon sun sneaks in via the kitchen and the sun rises directly outside the bedroom window. In the morning the song birds embrace the dawn and the evenings they flutter with frenzy from branch to branch settling in to roost in the 100 year old pine that reside on the north end of the block.
There is enough land on the house block for chooks, a decent veg garden and room for my new buddy, Henry (an English Pointer) who will be joining the family when he’s 8 weeks old.
The downside is that it’s only available for us to rent. Maybe one day it might go on the market. I’d be inclined to make an offer. It’s almost like fate has dealt me a good hand here. And for that I guess I have to thank my lucky stars. Sometimes in life you get thrown some real doozy curve balls and I reckon I’ve had my fair share of late, so this new home is a welcome reprieve.
Tomorrow I plant my first winter veg, along with a good deal of garlic. In the meantime we’ve been getting to know the new oven. A few banana cakes and a few tortilla. Tomorrow I’m cooking trout arabiata. Live is grand in the country.
The view across the road…
I should also mention that as I type this post I’m sitting on a large sofa in front of a roaring open fire toasting my feet and warming my soul.