First Brush strokes on the Blog Canvas

We recently moved out of Nottingham city.

Bye bye Students, Taxis, Noise, Smelly Damp flat, Weird noisy man next door, Drunk Man on corner, Sainsburys, Blockbuster Video, Friendly chip shop man, ducks on the pond, and lot of other things.

He-lo (as Emma's uni friends would say) friendly village people, flower festivals, farmers markets, a whipping post, 7 ladies hairdressing salons and only 2 barbers, a poo farm (well that's how it smells), parking battles and a house full of character and jobs.

We'll call our new location The Village (not in a M. Night Shyamalan type way) but in a discreet degree of privacy. Although if you know us you'll know where we live or if you live in the area you may work it out.

Everyone here is so nice and friendly. In Nottingham we lived in a filing cabinet for young professionals and spoke to no one more than once. In the short time we've been here we've made friends with so many people, gained a mountain bike, a bag of apples, an IOU on a pint and a "Hyacinth Bucket" style tea party - I'll definitely post on that!

The cost of this idyllic bliss is a garden so overgrown and untended it even excited me to get into gardening.

Well reader (cos there is only one of you isn't there :o( ) - we've cracked it. After hacking loads of branches off the out of control Walnut tree, diggin out the flower beds and mowing the lawn - the garden is now looking good.

We've got enough garden waste to fill 4 green bins, so it's queuing and even a compost heap didn't make a scratch on the amount of rubbish sat waiting.

So last night we had a bonfire.....