There’s always an ending and a beginning as the twinkly lights of Christmas are packed away once more. Lists of things left undone, things achieved and dreams and hopes for the year to come. Then January sets in and I’ve forgotten all about what it was I wanted to do, what I’m supposed to be doing and the things I should have done by now……including writing this message to you, dear Reader. You know what they say though. Better late than never.
2017 was a year of beginnings for us. We met and fell in love with a farmhouse, decided to undertake the biggest project we’d ever tackled, turned a tired lavender field back into production and generally everyone we knew thought that we had finally lost all our marbles. Move to a derelict farmhouse you say? Why ever not? Now our first Christmas here has been and gone, it’s hard to imagine that just a few weeks ago the farmhouse was still rather more of a shell than a home. No clean drinking water, no heating, no functioning plumbing….the list is endless. There wasn’t much of a kitchen either as it had been stripped bare before building work could start. The steel skeleton was still firmly in place around us and our view of fields also included a few builders’ bottoms. Not forgetting a bloody great Bake Off tent in the back garden that served as our makeshift kitchen for three months when the mouldy old kitchen was removed and the oak flooring went down. Disappointingly, it was minus a chirpy Mel and Sue or even Sandi and Noel and it was completely devoid of showstoppers. Well of the baking kind at any rate. I’ve never been on safari, dear Reader but I am pretty sure tents in the bush are distinctly more glamourous and less functional.
As the weather closed in and the list of disasters from crumbling chimneys to water pouring through the kitchen ceiling (not once but twice) grew, Jerry and I lost faith in our ability to tackle everything that the old girl needed to bring her back to life. I can’t tell you the waves of tears wept and a long list of expletives grew as for the millionth time I forgot to shut the curtains before venturing to the loo and remembered that I was visible to all on the scaffolding. Nothing seemed to be going right. My poor Pa who is in charge of all our electrics almost had kittens at how unsafe the wiring was (and in some parts still is) in the house. Then there was the time we had been using the open fire to keep warm whilst we were without any form of central heating and the lovely chap who came to check the chimneys told me that I had been effectively poisoning us all as smoke and fumes were being channelled into Primrose’s bedroom. Every day became a diary entry of disasters. Working from home has some serious disadvantages when renovating a house. Each little detail becomes a mountain to climb so that by the time you reach decisions about door handles or paint colours or whether or not you need a Hobnob biscuit or a Jaffa cake to get through the next hour, you are beyond being given any form of choice. None of these things are the end of the world but after months of effectively camping in your own home, there’s nothing like a deadline to force you towards getting things done. What better deadline is there than hosting Christmas and Boxing Day, dear Reader?!
All good things come to those who wait, dear Reader. There is drinking water coming from the tap once more, there is heating, there is an Everhot, the builders have moved out and we can finally say goodbye to the Bake Off tent in the garden. Getting the kitchen finished has meant no more cooking on a camping stove (a massive thank you to Alresford Interiors for all their hard work, beautiful carpentry and coping with a complete redesign at the last minute – for all the little extras and more we couldn’t be more grateful) and life at the farmhouse is becoming more and more ordinary again. Whilst upstairs, bedrooms and bathrooms remain wholly untouched, downstairs is beginning to look complete. Distressed oak floors in the hallway, kitchen and boot room sit alongside the original parquet flooring everywhere else. Arts and Crafts colours reign supreme as you might expect – olive walls in the dining room, library red in the study. The only room that has escaped something darker is the kitchen and that’s because limewash was needed it for its light reflective qualities.
We haven’t finished by any stretch of the imagination. The kitchen walls are still a bit bare. Bathrooms will have to wait so washing hair with the aid of Tupperware boxes remains de rigueur for 2018. The hallway still has its 1968 Laura Ashley wallpaper and I can’t wait to rip off the carpet on the stairs but perhaps not just yet, Jerry tells me. We’ve already had more than one disastrous afternoon where we lost a cat under the upstairs’ floorboards. Window panes in our leaded light windows have been replaced and new guttering and replacement roof tiles have seen us finally dry inside the house. A shiny new boiler now heats the house after almost a decade without heating and cosy woodburners have ensured that even on the coldest days of winter, our little farmhouse has stayed toasty and warm. I’ve also realised that I am far more resourceful than I ever thought I was. Being able to bake bread and make pizza in a gas barbecue is a skill I may one day need in an emergency. I’m not sure what sort of emergency….but you never know, dear Reader. I think that Jerry is breathing a sigh of relief that my Ebay and salvage yard addiction is having a little break too.
Our clutter is at home here. It belongs. The furniture fits and as I wander through each room switching on lamps in the early evening, I feel as though at long last that I belong too. Something which makes me very happy indeed, dear Reader. We needed this house as much as it needed us.
A lot of amazing things wouldn’t have been possible without the help of lovely friends and our amazing farming neighbours who have given up time to help with fencing and much more besides. They have rescued me from drowning under the weight of many a practical catastrophe and made us feel extremely welcome. There is no doubt in my mind that they think me completely mad almost every day of the week and that they may well regret inviting me into their WhatsApp group dear Reader, but I’m ever so glad that they live on the doorstep and hope they don’t mind too much when they get a distress call from the mad lady at the bottom of the lane. I’m glad too that in my own small way, I’ve been able to help them with their some of their plans for the future too. Their festive farmers’ market before Christmas was one of most marvellous things I’ve been involved in organising in a long time – a huge thank you to all the lovely producers, suppliers and farmers I called on to come and make the day so special. I can’t wait to see what new ventures are afoot for all of us.
So what does 2018 hold for us you might ask, dear Reader? Well I think that we may have already hit the ground running…. We’ve started to resurrect the old pond which silted up years ago. It will be given a new lease of life with our latest arrivals at the farmhouse. It’s amazing how quickly the monsoon weather of late has helped it fill up again and although it looks more like the Somme than idyllic wildlife pool now, we have hopes that it will soon be rather more picture perfect. However, I digress. The mention of new arrivals will not have escaped you. Well, you know how things always seem to happen to us by accident, dear Reader. I promise they really do. I’ll prove it.
One minute I am talking to our local log man commenting on his lovely geese and the next, I am receiving texts not about our log delivery but about ducks that need rehoming. To cut a long story short, we are now the proud owners of 2 Runner duck drakes (Ferdie and Francis) and 4 Khaki Campbell ladies (names still being debated). See what did I tell you? A complete accident. We won’t even mention the fact that I may have discussed goslings as well but mercifully, it isn’t spring yet and Jerry has a little more time to get used to the idea of those. To be honest, he really didn’t take a lot of convincing when it came to the ducks and they have proven to be the best farmhouse addition yet as far as we’re all concerned. They are definitely Jerry’s favourite. Walking wine bottles – what could be more apt for our household? The four of us can be found pressed up against the kitchen window most mornings just watching their ridiculous duck antics. The perfect antidote to anyone’s January blues I can assure you. So with ducks on the pond, some news ideas involving the lavender field, the gentle baa of some sheep on the horizon, a kitchen garden to plant up and a finish line to cross at the writing desk, it would seem that 2018 is shaping up to be a busy one already. Oh it’s a quacking start, one might say…… I just hope you’ll still enjoy following us on our country living journey. I hate to say it, dear Reader, but it seems that these days Jerry and I are much more Tom and Barbara that we ever imagined we’d be. A belated Happy New Year to you all.
Wow what a time you have had and how far you have come. Can not wait to hear more and the kitchen looks lovely. We would have said yes to the ducks as well xxx
It has been a bit of trial by fire but we love it so much here that it is all worth it. xxx
Beautiful writing and sentiments, wishing you an amazing 2018
So kind – thank you so much for reading. Hope you have had a good start to 2018 too.
Thank goodness for your “amazing farming neighbours”!
I loved reading that you feel you belong. How wonderful! Here’s to a fabulous 2018! X
And to you lovely. I often think of you on your adventures. Hope all is well xxx
Renovations can be soul destroying (we too lost a cat under the floorboards at one point, what possible appeal can they see in that?). But good to hear that you’re through it now and very jealous of your Indian runners, we intend to get some next year so we can enjoy their feathery skittle-like adventures. The lavender field is such a great adventure, I’ll look forward to reading more about it!
Ah thank you so much! Hope you enjoyed reading. It has all been a bit of a rollercoaster ride but an exciting one! We love it here and wouldn’t think of going back. Are you the same?
Margot – you may have to get more ducks! Those drakes will start to compete for the females and more ducks would spread the load as it were! I had three girls and one drake (all runners) and had to get three more girls to stop the first three being hurt by his attentions. In the end I had to rehome him to a sanctuary. Hopefully yours won’t be so aggressive but I really would recommend more girls – runners – more eggs that way too!
I know Sara – we would very worried about it to begin with. However, the drakes are brothers and so far so good. Only one is interested in the ladies and they have been together for nearly two months now. We will be getting a few more though just to be on the safe side. They both seem to be pretty gentle boys. More interested in food than anything else!
Love the post, your farmhouse sounds gorgeous! Great style of writing, of course, looking forward to reading the rest. More pics of the interior needed soon…..
Ah thank you – very kind of you to say. We have stopped for a bit now to focus on the garden as upstairs in the house is an absolute disaster and is going to require a lot more time, effort and cash to sort! xx