It's just dawned on me that we've lived in our Brixham home for two years today. There's the tiniest peep of our rooftop in this picture but you'd be hard pressed to spot it. It's a seven minute walk down to the harbour but I still huff and puff to get back up the hill even though I'm fitter then I've been for years.
This is a wonderful place to live, idyllic but friendly with the best feeling of community that I've ever experienced. As a newcomer I've been welcomed with open arms. Countryside meets breathtaking maritime vistas at a town which balances shabbiness with chicness. I've met a right old mix of good people without really trying. There's a stark contrast between the quietness of the winter months and the hustle and bustle of the summer season when the tourists flock here. I like both. And it's just far enough away from where I work so that I'm not bumping into people that I see professionally. That separation is quite important.
I accumulated everything I need and home is so homely. But there's still quite a bit to do in tarting the place up. A lot of the indoor paintwork is well ropey. The plan over the next year is to crack on with decorating and make my dinky decked garden into an outdoor living spaces that's as zany as indoors. Maybe though there's no real need to rush. Let's enjoy our third year here as much as the first two.