Today we actually started on the physical move to Devon. The removal contractors, Pickfords, arrived at 9:00 this morning, and went through the house like (a) a tornado; (b) a plague of locusts or (c) a dose of salts. Four guys moved all the possessions and furniture from three quarters of our house by 15:00!
After all the anticipation, the trials of selling the house under our wonderful English legal system, and the hassle caused by our purchasers’ purchaser (described, aptly, by his stepson as “a bit of an arsehole”), it’s good to get on with the actual move. And of course, all this was compounded by some of the worst December weather in living memory, and the total joy that is Christmas.
Pickfords are back on Tuesday to finish off, then we are all off to Devon. By Wednesday evening, all being well, we will be in our home for the next year or so.