On the day before Christmas Eve I moved a hundred miles from East London to North Cambridgeshire. It was in a storm and with over a hundred animals. I didn't get there until half past ten at night - there being a place I had only seen pictures of before - and didn't go to bed until half past four in the morning.
Our new house is a hundred and forty-seven yearold railway worker's cottage, complete with ticket office under the stairs. It's the middle house of three and came with the twelve old railway arches and the old well [although it has had a lid put on it] where the trains used to fill up from. Our field feels like it goes on forever, is so overgrown that you can't see the end of it and I'm pretty sure that I could get lost on it - to be fair though, that's not really saying much - I could get lost in a toilet cubicle.
The people that used to live here were in their seventies and had been born here. There's a shed here that their niece had had as a playhouse, complete with window, carpet and hand-painted sign. They obviously had a lot of pigs - there's a dozen pig sties, and I think that they grew lots of their own vegetable and fruit - there's a couple of old poly-tunnels on the field and a greenhouse in the garden that looks so old I'm surprised when I get up in the morning and it's still there [we've been having hurricane force winds].
The carpet in my room is horrendous and the kitchen isn't big enough to swing even our smallest cat in [don't worry - I haven't actually tested that theory...]. There's a shower on the landing - for realls - just plonked at the top of the stairs, and there's a window in my cupboard. There's also a witch hanging from my light, which doesn't really fit in with my planned decor, but I'm a little bit worried about taking her down in case she's there for a reason [I read/watch to many horrors]. There's also a a shed that has an entire wall made out of doors.
There's a Chinese restaurant across the road that used to be a pub and a dozen or so houses up the road a bit, other than that there's lot's of fields and rivers.
I grew up in the East end of London and haven't spent longer than two weeks anywhere else. From my bedroom window you could see lot's of houses, a tower block and in the distance, Canary Wharf and the London skyline. Here I can see fields.
I couldn't have taken myself further from what I consider normal, and I don't know how long it will be before the novelty of having my own field and railway arches wears off, or if it ever will. All I really know is that I am happier and more content than I have been in a very long time.