Transition traumas and triumphs:
Looking back on it now the process seems to have happened quite quickly, but it did not at the time. We agonised over how to achieve the best possible use of our redundant farm buildings. We needed a self-contained ‘house’ for Marion’s father, Douglas, next door to ours; next door to him on the other side would be a really super, ‘top of the range’ holiday cottage for two.
The builders started work during the wettest autumn and winter months of 1988. Outside and in became a sea of mud, they used our pride-and-joy veggie garden as their builders’ yard and it goes without saying that we had our fair share of crises and unforeseen technical hitches.