Sep '19

The Journey Begins

Ever get that feeling like you’re standing at the bottom of a mountain looking up at the height you have to climb and thinking “how in the hell am I going to do this?” That’s certainly been a regular occurrence to me since we decided to make the big move up from Shropshire to Scotland. And I don’t just mean the borders, or Glasgow or Edinburgh, I mean real Scotland. We’re taking the whole family (plus a Basset Hound, several Giant African Land Snails and an ant farm) up to Nairn on the Moray Coast, just east of Inverness.

This isn’t like moving to the next town over, or even shifting across country. It’s 410 miles and at least an eight hour drive (factoring in a comfort break here and there). The half-way point is just south of Edinburgh. We will be approximately as close to London as Berlin. We are heading beyond the wall to where the wildlings* live.

Our current house is up for sale, and we’ve had a verbal offer accepted on a fantastic house on the outskirts of Nairn. Built in the 1880s it’s got amazing character and a good bit of land with it, however it needs a lot of work doing to bring it up to standard and turn it into the family home we need. More to come on that in the next post!

*Actually the people of the Highlands are generally awesome, which is a big contributing factor to the choice of destination.

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