• Life in a tiny village

    It’s almost exactly a year since we placed our offer on this house, and committed to actually doing it; to leaving the city-living we’d always known, and moving out to somewhere sleepy, rural and green. I remember being desperately excited, sure it would never really happen for us, but also, particularly in the small hours

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  • a little tour

    So grateful to call this amazing Dream House ours for a lifetime. A few of my favourite reasons… the front If you have eyes you should be able to see why. Our front door has a big rough-cut old key and above it, under the creeper, you can just make out the old lettering from

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  • baby changing

    A strange sadness, to leave the house Orla knows so well. She’s splashed in this bath since her very first week; she knows which wobbly floorboards to skip, as she leads my by the hand to bed. She knows where the raisins are kept, and the way to the park, and the best windows to

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  • a place like home

      We’ve found a village; tiny, windswept, balanced precariously on the downward slope of a Yorkshire valley. Nearly every house is ancient, with beautiful views, stone walls & wood burning stoves. There are two pubs, no shops, a tiny school and roe deer that roam free & turn up in your back garden in the

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