Living in the country is not for sissies (1)

We first decided to move out to the country side in 2007. We felt the need to move away from the hustle and bustle, of not having to worry about the noise our parties made, of not having neighbours so close that they could see everything we did, and the constant traffic noises we had to contend with. We yearned for the open space, the fresh air, being able to watch the sun set.

We dreamed of growing our own vegetables and also of having both Grant and my parents being able to live with us on the same property, however giving all of us enough space to ensure we all could have our privacy.

So off we went searching for our perfect country home, wow there was some really scary places out there, so we gave up looking for the perfect place and started looking for what we could turn into to our perfect place.

On Mother's Day 2007 we walked into a 40 year old farm house, which I might add had every kind and colour flooring that one could imagine, from slasto to tiles to carpet to wood and all in some very scary colours. It was a very strangely laid out house, in fact the estate agent described the house as being "so wrong, that it is right". Well long story short both Grant and I decided that this was something we could do something with, signed on the dotted line and held thumbs for it all to work out.

After some hiccups from the sellers side, all was approved and the house officially became ours in August 2007.

Now proud owners of a 40 year old farmhouse in some serious need of tender loving care, we took Mum & Dad out to see our new house and although they did the obligatory "this is so lovely", we found out later they were actually thinking, "what on earth possessed them to buy this". Little did we realise the adventure we were about to embark on.
1st visit with Mum & Dad

I know now what mum was thinking.