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Bellfield Wood
The problem with a blog is knowing when to start. Sometimes projects just seem to appear, and before you know it you are right in the middle of them and all their complexities. Then you wait for something momentous to happen, big enough to make a first entry in a blog, to capture all your friends and family’s attention, but the moment never quite seems big enough.
Finding our idiosyncratically shaped piece of land certainly would have been, but that happened way back in January 2010, and at the time we were so nervous that it somehow wasn’t going to work out; we couldn’t believe our luck, finding somewhere to build right in the centre of the community that our girls had been growing up in for the last 6 years, and even better finding someone willing to sell us that piece of land (link to story of how we found Arthur / Bellfield)
Or finally securing a mortgage which would make this project work financially, after hours spent on the phone, telling our life story, explaining that we were not just idealistic dreamers wanting our own house, or hard nosed developers, but were doing this to give our daughter a supportive environment that she could use and would help her grow and learn.
Then there was the party when we finally bought the land and all our friends and their children came and helped us drink champagne and eat sausages and strawberries (link to photos).
But I think tomorrow is finally going to be momentous enough, or urgent enough, for me to start this blog: the diggers are coming to break the ground in the road leading to our house, and to bring us power and water: you don’t get more symbolic than that.
Bellfield Wood
The problem with a blog is knowing when to start. Sometimes projects just seem to appear, and before you know it you are right in the middle of them and all their complexities. Then you wait for something momentous to happen, big enough to make a first entry in a blog, to capture all your friends and family’s attention, but the moment never quite seems big enough.
Finding our idiosyncratically shaped piece of land certainly would have been, but that happened way back in January 2010, and at the time we were so nervous that it somehow wasn’t going to work out; we couldn’t believe our luck, finding somewhere to build right in the centre of the community that our girls had been growing up in for the last 6 years, and even better finding someone willing to sell us that piece of land (link to story of how we found Arthur / Bellfield)
Or finally securing a mortgage which would make this project work financially, after hours spent on the phone, telling our life story, explaining that we were not just idealistic dreamers wanting our own house, or hard nosed developers, but were doing this to give our daughter a supportive environment that she could use and would help her grow and learn.
Then there was the party when we finally bought the land and all our friends and their children came and helped us drink champagne and eat sausages and strawberries (link to photos).
But I think tomorrow is finally going to be momentous enough, or urgent enough, for me to start this blog: the diggers are coming to break the ground in the road leading to our house, and to bring us power and water: you don’t get more symbolic than that.
