
The front door. Yes, that's a water pump, not a petrol pump. I'm told that if you're very determined, you can actually have water come out...

The front of the house.

The view out the front door. The road dead ends into a field, so no thru traffic.

One of the views from looking out the back...you can see the woods.

The stone building houses the oil tank for the heating and the ride-on mower.

The view looking left from the back

The Avocado Green Bathroom Of Shame. It would be a really lovely bathroom if only it were in...oh, just about any other colour. Even hot pink would be acceptable for its foofoo-ness. Heck, I'd even settle for Harvest Gold, the other popular colour during that ugly decade known as The 70's.
But upon the sage advice of my Knitty consultants, I've resigned myself to its existence and will do my best to decorate it accordingly. Car boot sales, here I come. And hey, I've got PLENTY of tie dye... maybe a giant cork Peace sign and a chair shaped like a hand? A throw rug shaped like a giant fuzzy foot?

One of the many paths into the 5 acres behind the house. Nettles ahoy! On the plus side, I can set up many little gardens and altars deep in the wood, and no one would eeevverrrr knoooooowwww...
I didn't put pics of the rooms on because they're still full of the current tenant's things and boxes...once we're moved in, I'll post them. Enjoy!


