When I started this blog, the reasons were twofold, firstly to document my downsizing experience and secondly to practice my creative writing, as I had started a course but was struggling. I read in a magazine that the best way to get into the habit of writing was to keep a blog, or write a journal. Well a journal is Ok but my handwriting is pretty bad (I should have been a Doctor it’s that bad) and although my life is not that interesting I think its worth more than a notebook that no-one else will read, and that I’d have to type out if I wanted to do anything with anyway
However what has happened is that all I blog about is food related, and there is very little about downsizing, or my life in
Devon. And even less about creative writing.
So as I have been properly downsized for a year, its time to re-vamp the blog and try to steer it back to its original aim.
Firstly I guess a bit of History is in order.
Ever since I moved away from Devon, when I was 13, I wanted to go back, all through my working life, fortunately my wife is crazy about the place as well, and we have often gone to Totnes for the day (500 mile round trip) people think we are mad, but it draws us, and after saying that we will retire down there it always seemed like a distant dream. Well in September 2009 with the slow down in work, my boss asked if anyone was interested in part time working, and as a couple of people had already job shared of course I was interested. So we sat down and worked it out, our children had all left and we were rattling around in a huge house, with a huge garden, working like crazy to pay the bills. A little calculation showed that job share wages could pay everything if we didn't have a mortgage, and the way the shifts worked meant an average of three duties a month, so we could live in
Devon and I could commute. Now all we had to do was sell the house and find a retreat in the country.
The house went on the market, and initially the response was good, we had decided that it would be easier to sell and rent over winter in
Devon, then buy in spring without the burden of a chain and all its possibilities. Unfortunately the market had other ideas, although we quickly got a buyer, they couldn’t sell and time dragged on, finally they gave up and we were on our own. In the meantime I had been looking for work, as a backup in case job share was off the agenda, driving up and down for interviews and keeping an eye on the houses for sale in Brixham, our preferred location.
Then it all seemed to happen at once, I went for an interview, and got some house details, unfortunately the job wasn't suitable but one house caught our eyes. The next weekend we had an offer on our house, which we accepted, and in a 4 O’clock dash, went to
Devon, arrived at half past 8, saw the house at 10, fell in love with it, made an offer and came home.
My boss agreed to me job sharing from October and everyone wanted to move in June, now the fun started. They say that moving house is one of the most stressful things you can do, and in the 17 years that we lived here we had forgotten just how right that was, there seems to be nothing that is straightforward, and I honestly don’t know how some businesses carry on, considering the approach that they have to doing business, its easy to forget that the original intention was to have a simpler life.
We exchanged contracts on May25th, with a moving date of June 10th, and started the most stressful two weeks ever. In the middle of it all, my wife and daughter were involved in a car crash, which, while my wife was not seriously injured, left me with a fair amount to do single handed.
|My Wife walked away from this, Naomi was cut out.|
So that’s why we are here, but since arriving, I had to work my full time notice, which meant renting a room in Gravesend for three months, a bit inconvenient, and I had to leave Yvonne here, but we survived.
So back to the title, One year on we are getting sorted out, we have had the usual new house issues, new garage roof, floods and various other dramas but order is slowly emerging, all the children have been down to stay, some more than others, Georgina has been back from Oz but is now back at Barkley, en route to New Zealand, Naomi is still recovering from her accident but looking more promising for a return to work (Midwife) and Amy-Rose is now Mrs Wright, and still jet-setting in her job in Oncology treatment.
Its been a successful year in the garden, Yvonne does all the Flower gardening, and has managed to put her mark on what was a very individual garden, so much so that, when the previous owner came to visit neighbours, she said that what Yvonne had done had “Given her ideas”.
Veg wise, I managed to grow Potatoes (in Bags), Broad and Runner Beans, Peas, Rhubarb, Tomatoes and various soft fruits. I also planted 6 fruit trees for the future.
I’ve made Wine, Rhubarb, Blackberry, Elderflower, Pea Pod and Rose Petal, and loads of Jams, Jellies and cordials. Also various liqueurs and flavoured vinegar.
It has never ceased to amaze me just how bountiful nature has been since I decided to embrace a more downsized and simpler life, I guess that it was all around me from the start, but until I actually got the motivation and the time, I had not got the benefit of it all. So now I must make up for lost time.
I’m taking the plunge in the New Year, and attending a “Posh and Exotic” Bread making Course, after a lot of angst and worry I’ve decided to have a go, the subjects include Peanut Butter Bread and Beetroot Plaits? It sounds more exciting than my Chocolate Loaf or Cheese and Chorizo rolls.
Of course no blog would be complete without the food entry; just Jason’s Mackerel this time, filleted and baked for 20 minutes with Oil and Herbs. Served with Broccoli and Potatoes.