Closing the Door for the Last Time

 

Closing the door for the last time on our lovely little bungalow is a strange feeling. 

 

We done so much in the two years we've been here.  We've lost family members and pets during our time here, we've held each other close and weathered every storm and we've come out stronger on the other side.  We've also had fun, lots of fun and lots of laughter, we 've had the delight of making new friends, both here in the neighbourhood and through the Blog.  It's been a good home.

 

 

But now the cupboards are bare ...

 

... barer than they've ever been.

 

 

The tools of day to day living have been shrinking away to nothing over the last few weeks, until now we are left with just one trailer load to take with us.

 

Tomorrow after the chickens have had an hour to stretch their legs at first light, have eaten their last breakfast of Layers Pellets and drank their last drink of Berkshire water they will be loaded into their crates and settled in the back of the Mitsu ready for their journey up the motorways of Britain.  The dogs will eagerly take their positions on the seat behind Lovely Hubby as he pulls away in the truck with me following closely behind in the Corsa, with the cats nestled in their travel baskets on my back seat.

 

 

We will close the door on this little 1930's bungalow, and begin our new life in a new country.

 

North Wales here we come ..... you have been warned!!

 

Sue xx

 

 

 

 

 

And in the great tradition of all good movies ..... here  is the Blooper Reel .....

 

 

Trying to do a 'staged' shot of the closed front door I left it on the catch so I wouldn't lock myself out, Archie the cat heard the door not shut properly so decided to make his way in ....

 

... the dogs heard Archie coming in and decided to make their way out ......

 

 ... take two  :-)