So we were woken up again this morning at four by Sulu caterwauling his paws off trying to convince us that is was, in fact, breakfast time. We have new coffee machine that we can program to grind and then brew the beans, and that goes of at six which is breakfast time for puddy tats.
As what has become familiar this week, the day dawned bright but frosty; and today was the day to load up the car with several loads of boxes and fill the second of our self-storeage lockers.have heard it said that self-storeage is nature's way of tellingnus we have too much stuff. That is maybe, but we were being slowly hemed in by an ever gorwing army of boxes that were leaving us less and less living space. So, it was with some relief to put the first load in the back of the Polo and head off. First call was the castle to watch the sun come up and take pictures. It's a bonus to be up at the crack of sparrers. The sky was a roit of reds and pinks as the sun poked its head over the horizon, and I got some great shots of the keep silouetted against the rising sun.Next up we went along to the NT place on the cliffs, and watched as a ferry headed out to France into the sun. It was glorious I can tell you. We had the place to ourselves, but down below the ferry port was already busy with many comings and goings.
We took a deep breath and headed to Tescos to grab a few essentials; normally on a Saturday morning, doubly so at nine in the morning, is usually heaving with people. But this morning it was very quiet, and once we had got the cat food and kitty litter and found one of maybe half a dozen empty tills, paid and left.Once we had deposited our boxes in the storage place, we saw a greasy spoon parked in amongst the parked trucks, and so we decided that once we had smelt the bacon cooking that we should at least try a bacon butty and have a brew.
There is something wonderful about eating whilst standing outside on a frosty morning, especially as we thought we had done enough to deserve such a treat.
It was a short drive from there to our new house and to have a look round and make some decisions about curtains, carpets and widescreen TVs.
To our surprise, the vendors have not taken that much stuff out of the house, and in fact was pretty much liveable if anyone wanted to. We have the agents assurances that the house could be empty very quick, which we hope it will be. The house is everything we remembered and we will do great in it I can tell you. To imagine our stuff in there, and then thinking how we could make it even better is a wonderful feeling.
So, back home again to load up the car a couple of more times and then to go up to the storage place; and now we have our living space back again, and the cats can lay in the rays of the setting sun.This afternoon the house was filled with the smell of cooking as I baked a batch of saffron buns and then a batch of fresh coffee. Hmmmmm, damn fine coffee I can tell you.
The sun has set, the frost returned, and I can see all three cats from here; all asleep and all looking very happy.
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Good to see the house move went alright and with no hitch.
Seaside towns are one of change that's for sure. In the recent years they've had to reinvent themselves. Though whether that is successful is in the pudding which will be tasted over the coming years.
Visually interesting in what has been left behind. I'm surprised at what I haven't seen before even around these parts. With a little bit of digging I'm sure there's more and gives insights in what is to be found in other seaside towns. Can't live with out the sea even though I haven't been on it.
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