Our own Taj Mahal

Dare I say that our blogposts are like pints of Guiness: they come to those who can wait.

It's been a while, and we've missed you. Thank you for being patient, and thank you to everyone who haven't yet lost faith in us and still tell us that they really like our blog and want some more. And lastly, thank you for our only two survivors, Thomas and Jess, who haven't given up on motivating us and wrote posts to encourage us. This post is dedicated to you, guys.

So here come the much awaited pictures of our new house/home/nest/Taj Mahal/ruin/den. As you can see, it's a bit of all of that at the moment. It's still a building site, and will be for a little while longer, but we already feel at home there. It's as cold as the cottage in Alfriston (no central heating yet), it's as cosy as our Nissan in Australia (we sleep in the hall way at the moment, as the bedroom isn't yet finished), it's as lovely as our flat in Edinburgh and it's stinks as much as all the student houses we stayed in when we were students.

And here it is... (click on the photos to make them bigger and clearer... for some reason they are smaller)

It's the house after the turn, which is half red, half white and has a garden that looks like a hill.



From a little bit closer. As you can see, there was a lot of cleaning to do.

It's not much fun living out of boxes. This is our sun room and most of our wordly-possession. Most of it belongs to the kitchen (apart maybe from the lawn mower).

When I said the garden looked like a hill, Phil would say it's more like a mountain, as he's the one mowing it. (I say, it's character building!)


And you'll agree that it is worth it as this is the view that we have from the top of the garden. I admit, it's a bit of a treck to climb up, it's not for the faint-hearted, but hey, we have a sea view.



And we can almost roll down the hill and access our pebble beach (it's good for the circulation of the blood in our feet, albeit painful). We haven't swam in it yet, and don't think we will. At least, not until we have acquired dry-suits.