This is the view from one of the kitchen windows in our new house
And this is the view from the other window.
The view was one of the main reasons we fell for the place. We first found this road two years ago, when we were in the process of searching for our last place. The house we saw then was impractical but charming, and turning it down was not a decision we made lightly. Ever since then, whenever we drove up the road, Andy said “I have a feeling we’re going to end up living here one day”.
And so it came to pass.
Things are still in a bit of a mess here; we’re both working most days of the week and so progress in sorting this collection of boxes and rooms into something resembling a home is taking longer than either of us are comfortable with.
But whenever we get down by the remnants of unpacking, we look out the window. We already have a new tradition after a night out, of standing out on the balcony with a cup of tea or a glass of wine, depending on the kind of night it’s been, putting the world to rights and watching the tides move across this bay that we have come to love so very much in the last couple of years, and love even more now that we have a different view of it.