So we are moving to the countryside. On a scale of 1 to 10, it’s about an 8.5 on the rural scale. Apart from my immediate next door neighbour, the next house I can see is a dairy farm. Cows will be my neighbours now. I can’t bloody wait.
After 15 years of living in a city, where I can walk to a Tesco Express in 5 minutes, it’s going to take me 10 minutes by car to get to any sort of civilisation. Being able to catch a bus every 7 minutes will be a thing of the past (do they even do farmyard bus links?!) and I am pretty sure I’m going to be expected to bake my own bread. Bye bye Hovis.
We are soon to be living in a 3 bedroom cottage in Mid Devon and we want to embark upon starting up a small holding. I understand this is going to be a challenge. It is a good job I like challenges.
Currently we have what my friends refer to as a ‘mini farm’, in the back garden of our 1 bedroom flat, which comprises of 2 hyperactive dogs, 6 ducks and 3 chickens. Ambitious I know. I have a self-confessed animal addiction, which I intend to fully embrace once I land welly-deep in the countryside.
First of all, I need a job. My other half starts his job down there in 12 days, so I really need to get a wiggle on. In the meantime we’ll be commencing a long distance relationship (for the second time since we’ve been together). The good news is that technology is far more advanced than it was when I was 21 and living at my mums, speaking to each other after 7pm, once a week on the house phone and limiting my text messages of post university love to 50 characters. Face-time will be much more fun.
We have a flat in the city which I will continue to live in until I get a job. This we intend to rent out (mostly to subsidise my animal addiction) but before we do that, the place needs a bit of work. We never really looked after the place decoration wise so it needs a bit of TLC.
So, the plan is; get job, sort flat, move to Devon and then get pigs. Simple right? Well this blog will follow my journey, from city girl to a country life, which will no doubt involve some hilarious escapades, an abundance of animals and a whole lot of mud. And if you come and visit, don’t forget your wellies!
In the meantime, I have some reading to catch up on….