Posts Tagged 'Essex'

Last weekend

Last weekend we went to South Weald Country Park, which considering it is so close to where we live, we haven’t been there for years. What I love about the park more than anything is that you can see and feel the history behind the land, which used to be a private estate. Landscaped areas, ponds, tree lined avenues for riding horses, deer park, fields for grazing cattle. Shame the big hall for the owners of the estate was demolished in the 50s but lucky for us the land is now a wonderful public space. Unfortunately, we forgot the camera this week, when we went back but it was just as beautiful as the photo below but without the blue skies.

Waiting for my chickens

Last month for over a quite a few weeks we were negotiating with an estate agent about a piece of land we liked. It was back and forth with the agent over what felt like months and in the end the owner didn’t accept our last offer. I’m sure the estate agent didn’t help matters and in the end, maybe the owner thought he could get as much money out of us as possible. That is his choice. If it is still for sale in November then we might start the process again but this time looking at the land with the agent and look inside the house that is planned for demolition. My holistic therapist says she has a feeling that November would be a good time to go back – when the weather is rubbish and the owner might be feeling like he would like some money in his bank. Of course, all of this would depend on if the land hasn’t been sold before then or maybe another house or land came up for sale on the Island of Mersea.

Though, as much as we were disappointed by not getting the land, it was quite a relief to know that we wasn’t moving. The period of limbo while talking the agent was quite unsettling. A calm has come over the household now and we are just enjoying the summer while looking forward to a holiday. It’s not a case of making do but realising that what you have is great and there is nothing bad about where we live now. The veg is growing really well in the garden (including 40 onions to pick soon & store?!) & we have everything we need. Actually, too much stuff – I’m gradually de-cluttering but it takes a lot of time and energy (and I like pretty things). So, the short story is that I’m appreciating what I have and enjoying it one day at a time. Taking it slow until the right house in the countryside comes available and the mayhem begins that comes with moving home.  Then I will get my chickens!

How old am I?

For the past ten or more years (I honestly don’t know the exact years) my in-laws have owned a static caravan on Mersea Island, Essex. Over the years we have stayed with them and enjoyed the sea air. Admittedly, there was times when I disliked going to the ‘caravan’ and I’m sure there was a few years when we never went. As a sure sign of getting old I’m quite enjoying the odd weekend away to the Island. The sea air, beaches, countryside and that whole getting away from it all feeling. My husband even thinks this more so as a few weeks ago he started to talk about getting our own caravan.

Half of me thinks this would be a good idea as I would be able to use it over the summer but I don’t feel old enough to own a caravan! Also, there is the cost of it. A decent caravan would cost around £30K with about £2K a year in charges. Yikes, that is a lot of money, almost like buying an expensive second car. I’m not sure what to think about it all – a holiday home sounds so much better than caravan. My other thought was why not move to Mersea Island. I found a detached 2/3 bed chalet-style bungalow for a reasonable price. It had loads of land in a rural setting. Something of a project to make it bigger and bring new life back in to the building. Maybe that is more of a pipe dream but I will get to move out to a more rural area one day even if it is still in Essex.