We have been talking about a move for a couple of years now but no-one thought we were serious and didn’t think we would actually make a move, especially to Scotland! Yes, you’ve heard it here first folks, we now live in Scotland. There are various reasons for not blogging about this before, firstly we were so busy with the sale, and getting rid of furniture and also Hyw felt it would be very much tempting fate to ‘announce it’, so I kept quiet.
The couple who bought Spencer House viewed it 3 times and made the offer fairly early in the process. The were moving from Lancaster and would be living in a caravan down in Devon so we agreed to a fairly swift exit on our part. Things worked out well as we were able to move to Mark’s cottage on the 5/6 May and in fact had made an offer on a place I had spotted on the internet, on day 3 of our house hunting (Monday rang for an appointment, Tuesday saw it, Wednesday/Thursday bought it! It has taken about 7 weeks in total to complete the sale/ purchase.
In the meantime we have been doing lots of site seeing, Verity has been to visit, as has Mark but at last we are in 23/6/17 although our furniture won’t arrive until 11/12 July as I am off to Italy and Hyw has very kindly agreed to wait for my return!
Our first view of Coldstream and the Bowmont valley
A day trip to Melrose
A trip to Wooler and Berwick
Verity’s visit to us in Scotland
A trip to Bamburgh with Verity and some day trips to Smailhome Tower, and Scotts View
Trips to Eyemouth, and St Abb’s
A trip to Flodden, a visit to the gardens at Mindrum and the river in full spate
The last photos are of our first two days in Bowmont House! Hyw had to sleeps on the floor as I was driving down to Bath and I needed a good nights sleep. He now faces 2 weeks without me or furniture but he does have the cat.
It was still quite warm but a little overcast, not the rain storm that the concierge in our hotel had warned us of! We decided to go for a boat trip as we have got into the habit of taking them on our European visits and find that they give a fresh perspective. So far we have done Oslo, Copenhagen, Hamburg, Venice (you can’t travel far without!) and we have Paris coming up. Berlin was no exception but I am getting ahead of myself, first the route, in pictures, to Savignyplatz Station.
We got to the Kurfürstendamm and found a skating race taking place. In another part of Berlin it was the half marathon.
That’s the station, just ahead of us, but first the posters…
Then up onto the platform and take the train…
To the Hauptbanhoff, where we always get lost, it is such a huge station, but I think I’ve cracked it now. Basically head upwards, it is counter intuitive ( and don’t listen to your husband!)
The boat ride we were taking was from a pier opposite the station and luckily we only had a half hour wait before we were off. The sun made frequent visits but my photos don’t really reflect this, here I am having a beer (again).
The trip lasted a hour in total, here are some of the hi lights…
A fellow passenger!
After the boat trip we went back to the Hauptbahnhoff and off to the market for a slap up lunch, serenaded by a young British guy singing Ed Shearin songs. He was very good and put me in mind of G.
We took some ‘time out’ from the house sale to fit in a long weekend city break to Berlin, my second and Hyw’s zillionth. Flora was dropped off at the cattery the day before, much to her disgust and we set off at 9am the following day. A good day for travelling (I’m always worried about traffic jams since we missed a flight!) and it was bright a sunny. The weather held for our landing at Shoenfeldt and we made a swift, if wearisome transfer into the city. Someone gave us tickets so we were able to travel in to Friedichstrasse and then buy tickets for the week at the travel bureau. From there it is only a few stops to Savignyplatz, the station for our hotel.
It was quite like old times, treading the same old streets and being greeted at the hotel by the young girl who was there last time. After a quick wash and brush up we went out to drink some beer (much needed) and a meal. The cafe where we had the beer was just around the corner and the restaurant was just next door to that so not too strenuous! The restaurant had changed hands since the last time so it was no longer Swabian cuisine but was now Austrian or Styrian cuisine. To tell the truth there was not a lot to tell the difference, both being characterised by dumplings! I had a wonderful goulash followed by some apricot pancakes and coffee.
Hyw in the cafe/ bar where we often stopped off for a drink; it was lit entirely by candlelight so the focus isn’t too good.
After an excellent nights sleep and a glorious breakfast of smoked salmon, herring and hard boiled egg ( I chose selectively) we strolled up to Zoo station and then onward to KVD, the big department store. Having looked at all the things we could not afford to buy we had a coffee outside, on the street, as the temperature was starting to rise.
Here is an ‘arty’ shot and one not so, plus some of the general scenery.
This one is of a Tesla car, which LJ is keen to buy although this is a top of the range model!
Since just before Christmas I have been exploring and redicovering collage as a means of describing new forms in the landscape. I was reminded of it in my art group and have since gone on to produce six or so works. I find it particularly satisfying as it is like sculpture in the first instance, building up layers of paper, then adding paint and pastel which I rub into the surface and then using a brush and water to take away colour or merge it. The results are very satisfying.
This is the first one I did, it is a view from the top of the hill, looking across to the High Moor of Dartmoor.
Autumn Apples, the small Apple Tree on the bank in our garden which each year is laden with fruit
An Impression of Venice where we went earlier this year.
Headland, a typical West Country view
Hedge Parsley, growing in the lane.
Dartmoor Winter, my most successful one yet!
I’m working on another one at the moment, again of Dartmoor, from the top of my road. The soft earth of mid-Devon before the land rises up into the harsher landscape of the moor.