Gabby the motorhome is parked up at home and has had a much needed spruce up. She has been washed and all the mud that covered her has been removed . She looks clean and ready to go. Ready to go but nowhere to go to. The two week holiday has passed by in the blink of an eye and yes we did get away. But sadly it was not the holiday we had planned thanks to Boris and his ideas about quaranteen and travelling against foreign office advice . Gabbys carpets have come out and been hoovered . Her fridge emptied . Clothes , washed , dried and returned to her cupboards . I wonder where she will be end up next? A holiday at Christmas perhaps ? Will we get a window of opportunity ... read more

We didm't have a good sleep after our news of yesterday . Well you wouldn't would you? Your head would go round and round trying to work out what had happened . You would have been annoyed that the people buying your house waited so long to decide to come back for a second viewing . You would be angry with them for saying nothing and letting the solicitors start the process . Our night had been well and truly disturbed by our thoughts. Trying to work out what we did wrong . What was wrong with our home ? It did not matter how many times we talked it through we found it hard to understand . A very large red wine did help slightly . Red wine always makes the world seem better . ... read more

Gabby the motorhome was still parked up at the Old Farmhouse . We had had a relatively peaceful night . We never heard the pub goers coming nor going . We left Gabbys heating on low overnight . The nights are starting to get a nip to them. We woke to a cosy van . We were in no hurry to leave . The pub landlord was in no hurry to move us on . He even mentioned breakfast in the pub but sadly the chef was not available. The rain pitter pattered on the roof . Not that level of thumping you get that sounds like the demented drummer of a heavy metal band . More the sort of rain that makes you drift back into sleep . We ate slowly . The inverter came ... read more

Tuesday - another day and another house. Another town too. Wrexham . What would I if I were a visitor think of Wrexham? As we drove through I thought it shabby, unloved with many empty shops. Devoid of any character . It was not the town I remembered fondly of as a child. Then it was an hive of activity with bustling shops, markets and people . So many people coming in to do their weekly shop. We passed the Lemon Tree Restaurant . That used to be the Denbighshire Education Committee offices . Sandwiched in between 60's monstrosities and Victorian handsome villas . We wondered if today was going to be "our" house . Not too finished . Not too perfect . Somewhere we could leave our mark on . How hard was it turning ... read more

When we got up in the morning we had not much of a plan for the day . Another trip over to North Wales hunting . We were determined to find something and though that we had hit the right one with the one we were viewing this morning . The drive over was uneventful . We try to find a different way to get there . Breaking the monotony by trying Buxton, Macclesfield , Knutsford and Chester . Down to Derby and Uttoxeter . Over Ashbourne way . Across the new road around Manchester Airport . We are running out of options . But we did set off with some optomism . It was Day 161 of our new Covid life . The sun shone on us as we felt reasonable happy that this would ... read more