The remains of 2013

We moved in. We compressed the huge house we had into a 3 bed terrace with a wood shed.  We gave lots away to charity. We had a storage space in Peterborough for 2 months. We bought and made a shed. We made cabin beds. We clad our bedroom walls. We made do.
An early relief from the misery of the move was Bens birthday. We downed the unpacking and made the first proper meal in the new place. We cleared the table and had a proper birthday feast. And for the first time since moving we laughed.

We had 2 weeks before I had to start work, and the younger lads & Cesca started school. We used some time after Ben's B'day to take a walk in the woods.

The family were strong. And we passed the test that this experience threw at us. But with wobbles.

The boys had their intro day to their new school, Baston C of E, and were so noisy and rude the head mistress took me aside telling me all about how discipline is necessary. I did tell her it was just the family tilting on its axis, and they are charming young gents, but it was not  good start.

Cesca is at Kirkstone House school, a small private school in our village- and we spent a small fortune getting her uniform sorted.

We had to appeal to gain Tim a school place, but were successful and he joined his brothers after a full month off school.

In south Lincolnshire

We moved in November 2013, fleeing Nationalism in Scotland.
It was a horrific experience for us all.
A good life, friends and jobs were all given up for uncertainty in England. There was real pain for us all in this loss.




 Our beautiful 5 bed house with double garage






I had a job to go to and 3 months notice to work out. So that should have been time to find somewhere to rent or buy, right? No.
The nature of the agricultural area we live is that rental properties only go to those who can view the property. So that was us out of the running. Our property in Shetland was not selling. Fortunately having a good job to go to we were able to buy a small property to move to "for a short while." We had to buy a place without a chain- so we could ensure we would move on the right dates. We had to buy without seeing the place. And we had to buy cheap.
The one thing a visit to Lincolnshire to present credentials had given us was a sense of where we wanted to live - so we knew where we were going. We bought the one place that fitted the criteria.

And what a small awful dive it was we moved to.

 Front bedroom wet to touch with damp. We peeled the woodchip paper off with our fingers with ease.
We then set about making cabin beds for everyone, to optimise space available.

Plans to leave

The Shetland adventure is coming to a close. After10 years and 3new kids. We are leaving for Lincolnshire.  The education system that was so fabulous when we arrived is being dismantled by the SNP government to keep students within Scotland.
So we are going.

 Our beautiful house, that we are giving up.

Sad.