I’ve decided to start this up again (again!) because I feel like I’m at the start of an adventure and I want to record it. Earlier this year, we started discussing the idea of moving to Cornwall, and now it looks like we’re going to make it a reality. We’ve decided to leave the small Midlands town where we’ve lived for nearly a decade and head for somewhere new. It’s going to be an interesting experience, but we’ve done it before – when we came here neither of us had a job or knew anyone, and this time around we have jobs already sorted and friends living down there. We just need to find a house and a nursery and possibly a second car and pack our stuff up and clean the old house and so on… Every time I move house I forget afterwards how much work is involved. Possibly, like with childbirth, this is the brain’s way of dealing with something actually quite traumatic. All I know is I’m excited.
And I’m not the only one. We recently went on a scouting trip looking at the area we want to move to. This is our little girl on one of the beaches. Someone clearly can’t wait to move to the seaside!