A Castle in the Sky

In March 2013, after years of talking about it we eventually sell up and move out of the city with our 2 year old, Gracie. We both grew up in the countryside and this is what we want for our daughter. So we swap a 2 bed flat in London for a small country pile on the west coast of Scotland that needs a lot of work. I've done a bit of interior design and my partner, Ed has a good knowledge of the outdoors – but we're on a tight budget and we've both got a lot to learn. It's a life time's project and this is a record of our adventure…


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Finding a nest (Apr 27)

Ed’s just cleared a path through some of the undergrowth at the back of the walled garden and spotted this…

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We’ve family staying so after taking a careful look we’ve had lots of fun trying to identify what eggs they are from pictures on the web. We’re settling on song thrushes. Julie our new neighbour’s already informed us that a song thrush lives on our drive – and we’ve since seen one on the lawn and think we’ve heard it’s song.   It’s not too hard to identify as it sings its song twice over …

http://www.rspb.org.uk/wildlife/birdguide/name/s/songthrush/index.aspx

I’ve been told they used to be quite common in the countryside but are seen less now because of intense farming and the loss of hedgerows.   So it’s lovely to know we might soon have another 5 living here…


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My first mistake…(Apr 25)

We’ve got a ridiculously small kitchen for such a big house. It’s on the first floor in what we’re told used to be the butler’s pantry and our long-term plan is to put it back where it originally was. It’s an ongoing discussion as the old kitchen (just an empty room) is on the ground floor quite separate from the rest of the house (just like a servants kitchen ought to have been) but it’s not necessarily the obvious place to put a kitchen now.

Our instincts say it will make sense of the ground floor plan as the rooms down there might otherwise be a bit defunct and there are other advantages to having it where it used to be, like a huge bricked up old fireplace that we’ve yet to take a sledgehammer to (one for next year) – and a flagstone floor underneath an old carpet. The flags are in a bit of a mess – dirty and flaking and mostly covered in what looks like carpet glue but no obvious damp patches.

As we don’t really know what to do with them I’ve spent ages trying to find someone to come and give us a bit of advice. Apparently good stone masons are hard to come by and when I did manage to get hold of someone he said the only way to get rid of the glue was sanding – so he came today to do one of the flags with a machine.

But it wasn’t a good idea; what was a mottled dirty old flag now looks like a plain flat slab of grey concrete.

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I feel bad about it and hope we can find a less drastic alternative.

It’s a strange thing taking on this house.   We both feel there’s some history here that we want to look after or reinstate if we can.  It’s not that we need to be conservationists exactly – but just that we need to take care.

So I’m having to reign in my tendencies just to get things done – we’ve taken on a massive project and sometimes finding the right solution is just going to take a while to work out.


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Dog pooper (Apr 23)

Loads of dog walkers use our drive which is all very nice – but one of them is bagging up their (biodegradable) dog’s poo and disposing of the black plastic bags by throwing them into our bushes/ trees/ general greenery. They have mostly landed at various inaccessible heights and there they remain in full view – and will no doubt continue to do so for hundreds of (non bio-degradable) years.

This bizarre behaviour is sending Ed and I round the twist and we find ourselves mulling over how we might identify the culprit. These range from polite notices – “Polite Notice: Please take your f*****g dog poo home with you – you moron..” to sending off the poo for DNA analysis, DNA matching every dog in the village and then dumping all the bags in the owner’s front garden!

Sadly we’re way behind the Scandinavians on this one – as I’m told that dog owners there must DNA register their dogs. So aside from catching them red-handed I’m not sure what we’re going to do about it…


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Footprints on the lawn…(Apr 21)

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We still haven’t unpacked everything yet because there are too many other urgent things to see to. The lawn is one of them and it’s our (Ed’s) first big job. It’s over an acre in all.

It’s mostly moss, apart from the molehills (see Counting Molehills Apr 25) with varying patches of grass poking through. It’s so spongy we leave our footprints behind when we walk on it. This apparently is not a good thing, although I’m not sure I would have realized for quite some time unless someone had pointed it out. Ed says it’s too soft to use for much and gets boggy.

Neither of us have had a lawn since we were kids so it’s taken a fair bit of research to work out what we’re supposed to do. A sure sign of middle-age, Ed’s bed time reading is now The Lawn Expert and The Country House Garden. The moss is essentially caused by the wet (not much we can do about that up here on the West Coast) and can be made worse by overenthusiastic mowing (one to remember) as well as bad drainage (the drain is still to find…). Who knew? Lawns have drains.

To get rid of the moss we have to spray with moss killer, wait for the moss to die and then ‘scarify’ – basically comb out the moss leaving just the grass behind. We then have to re-seed and re-fertilise. An extra bit of machinery for the scarifying bit is already on it’s way with the new mower.

The new mower has also been something of a research project – and suffice to say Ed’s going to have to sell his motorbike to pay for it. I’ve suggested that he wear his helmet and leathers while he’s doing the lawn and he’ll hardly know the difference!

We’ve been keenly awaiting the arrival of the mower as the speed at which the grass grows up here has taken on mythical proportions. Mr C, the farmer, keeps reminding us that we better get on with it otherwise we’ll soon be up to our knees and then it’ll all be too late…  Although as one of our friends recently pointed out; given the lawn is mostly moss we may have nothing to worry about.

One option would be to rip it all up obviously and start again/lay down new turf but that’s way too expensive. So scarifying it is. As Ed’s only here at the weekends for now, we don’t have that much time to get on top of everything but we’re determined to do as much as we can on our own. Mr C and our various new neighbours smile knowingly at the mention of us scarifying – but not to be put off, Ed sprayed the lawn with moss killer today. Working out the ratio of moss killer to water to square foot of lawn using a 15 litre back pack was challenging to say the least – but fingers crossed we got it right. Now while Ed’s away the moss should start to die… if we got the mixture wrong the grass will die too…

Once we get to the actual scarifying bit (in a few weeks) the view from my desk of a sea of green could easily turn into a sea of brown. I think it’s fair to say I’m just a little bit scared….


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The field across the way… (Apr 9)

There’s a lovely view of one of the fields that surround us from Gracie’s bathroom window. There were sheep in there when we arrived but over the past few days we’ve watched the field be churned up into thick furrows of mud ready for planting.

I’ve been wondering what’s going to go in there – so when Mr C, the farmer and his wife were out in the field on their quad bike this sunny evening we had a chance for a catch up over the gate. They’re planting barley which he’ll harvest in August and use to feed his cows…


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Preparing for next winter…(Apr 7)

We knew before we bought the house that we’d like to be as green and energy efficient as possible here, despite the fact that the house is so big.

The oil boiler’s been first on our list to try and replace. It’s taken a few weeks of research but I’m now an expert on renewable energy – and could bore you to death with my knowledge of biomass and geo-therm, hydropower and heat pumps.  We’d imagined wind turbines, solar panels and ground source might all be options – but the thing that’s going to save us here is wood. Or more specifically wood pellets.

It’s a massive job – the installation is big and complicated – and includes a 2 storey high metal box or hopper (to store the pellets) as well as a boiler and 3 accumulator tanks (thermal heat stores) that will take up all the space in both of our out-houses. There’s a whole load of consents to get – listed building, planning and a building warrant – and we need to-scale drawings, diagrams, photographs and specs.  We also need a shed-load of cash; the home improvement loan that we had earmarked for just some of the refurb’ is now all going to have to go on the heating.

The good news is that the government is providing incentives – and once the new system is in we can apply to recoup some of the money in installments across 20 years.

The even better news is that as wood is much cheaper than oil the new system should allow us to have the heating on whenever we need it throughout the winter months which is going to be a life saver.

Now I just need to make it happen before the cold weather returns.


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Counting mole hills .. (Apr 5)

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We’ve got moles and seemingly quite a few. Every day one or two new molehills appear on the lawn. I spot them in the morning from our bedroom window and text the running total to Ed at work in London. Today’s count is 7 which is the most we’ve had at any one time. I have to say I do find the whole thing quite amusing – there’s just something inherently funny about a lovely flat green lawn being messed up by a tiny little mole. But I shouldn’t laugh as it’s our lawn and I’m not the one dealing with it.

So when Ed comes back at the weekend he shovels up the piles of soil and deposits them underneath the yew tree at the side of the drive. According to Ed, if he didn’t shovel up the hills, the grass underneath would die – and he needs to get his hands down into the mole hole to set a trap (the previous owners left a pile of traps for us along with a spade and a wheelbarrow!). The wheelbarrow is certainly seeing some action as mole hill removal has now become part of the weekend routine and the soil is building up into quite a mound. I’m clearly letting the side down as I should at least be shovelling up the hills while Ed’s away but it’s just been so cold…. I know, I need to harden up.

Anyway 3 weeks have gone by and we are now one mole down. Ed thinks that’s probably it for that half of the lawn – so he’s now concentrating his efforts on the other side. I can’t believe that just one mole could create so many hills or that a new mole won’t just move in and take over.  Either way, if more hills appear I’m leaving the mole despatching to him.


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The cupboard under the stairs (Apr 2)

The cupboard under the stairs has turned out to be a treasure trove. Stored away in there we found an ancient fold up whicker garden chair with leather straps, a Master’s Voice gramophone and a set of bowls in a green felt-lined wooden box.    All props that wouldn’t go amiss in a Downton Abbey garden party.

But the real treat is what’s on the walls – a block printed wall paper in a beautiful purple-blue….

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I thought the leaves look like thistle leaves but I wasn’t sure about the blooms so deferred to my gardening expert friend Lou who’s christened them ‘dandy-thistles’.

I’ve since emailed some pics to The Wallpaper History Society and they told me that stair cupboards are great for wall paper discoveries ‘as they are often not stripped during re-decoration, and partly because they were sometimes papered in end rolls used in other parts of the house…’

It’s amazing to think the whole of the hall (or in fact any of the rooms) might have been covered in such a bold pattern. I’ve never used wallpaper before but the size of some of the spaces in this house is no doubt going to demand it. When we get to that stage of the refurb’ it’s going to feel like a big decision – so it’s lovely to find some original paper here for inspiration.