House sold!
Ironically, the only people that my estate agent did NOT show my house to, gave me an offer this morning that I could not refuse. They seem to be really nice people, are not involved in a chain (hooray!) and have said that they can complete within a month. So it’s chocks away and off I go to Cornwall. I am delighted.
Of course, the rest of my friends may not be so enthusiastic when they learn that half an hour has been added to the end of an already considerable drive (yes, I’m thinking of you here GlasgowGal).
My commute to work will change from a rush-hour-time of 15 minutes (gosh, wasn’t traffic just awful today, took me almost 20 minutes to get in…) to, conservatively, 40.
I’ve thought about this a lot. The conclusion I reached was that this was the sacrifice that I had to make for a decent sized (and affordable!!!) property. So saying, in my car I’m going to become the petrol pump’s best friend. C’est la vie.
Besides, I can take two routes into work….and one involves a ferry! To be strictly accurate, this ferry is called a moving bridge.
Yeah, I thought that too.
The reason why is because the Torpoint ferry is attached to a chain with the biggest links I’ve ever clapped eyes on, that stretches across the Tamar River. The ferry’s engine is attached to this sizeable chain, and uses it to pull itself across the river. There are, in fact, three of these moving bridges, although they’re always referred to as the Torpoint ferry.
I figure the upshot is more reading time!
It’s all very exciting. I packed half the garage this afternoon so my advice to visiting friends is, well, don’t.
Wait six weeks, see what stage I’m at and then invite yourself down. Otherwise you may find yourself handed a glass of wine…
….and a list of jobs to do as you cross the threshold.
Of course, the rest of my friends may not be so enthusiastic when they learn that half an hour has been added to the end of an already considerable drive (yes, I’m thinking of you here GlasgowGal).
My commute to work will change from a rush-hour-time of 15 minutes (gosh, wasn’t traffic just awful today, took me almost 20 minutes to get in…) to, conservatively, 40.
I’ve thought about this a lot. The conclusion I reached was that this was the sacrifice that I had to make for a decent sized (and affordable!!!) property. So saying, in my car I’m going to become the petrol pump’s best friend. C’est la vie.
Besides, I can take two routes into work….and one involves a ferry! To be strictly accurate, this ferry is called a moving bridge.
Yeah, I thought that too.
The reason why is because the Torpoint ferry is attached to a chain with the biggest links I’ve ever clapped eyes on, that stretches across the Tamar River. The ferry’s engine is attached to this sizeable chain, and uses it to pull itself across the river. There are, in fact, three of these moving bridges, although they’re always referred to as the Torpoint ferry.
I figure the upshot is more reading time!
It’s all very exciting. I packed half the garage this afternoon so my advice to visiting friends is, well, don’t.
Wait six weeks, see what stage I’m at and then invite yourself down. Otherwise you may find yourself handed a glass of wine…
….and a list of jobs to do as you cross the threshold.