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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Sweet summer (Jun 22)


Our first strawberry patch is yielding a bumper harvest.   Ed planted 4 long rows last year  – Gracie loves strawberries!  – and they’re doing extremely well.    They taste deliciously sweet but we’ve more than we can eat and pick – and if we don’t get to them in time the heavy fruit at the bottom starts to rot where the berries touch the damp soil.

Straw is the answer, according to Ed’s dad, which is why many people think they’re called ‘straw’berries.  Although it’s more likely that the name comes from ‘strew’ or ‘spread around’ to describe how the wild plant’s tendrils grow – and named long before strawberries were cultivated.   As the straw needs to go down just as the flowers finish, we’ll have to wait till next summer to give it a try.


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Boom (Jun 17)

Just before heading to bed last night … boom … something crashed into the house, or that’s what it felt like.  I ran up.  Ed ran down.   As soon as I got to our bedroom I guessed  – and as I opened the door the thick dust confirmed it.


From the comfort of our bed for the last few months, we’ve been monitoring the length of a crack in the ceiling.  Was it getting worse?  Apparently so.   It’s just as well Ed didn’t get the ladders out to investigate as the plaster’s incredibly thick and you really wouldn’t want any of it falling on your head.


It’s taken both of us the whole day to clear up.   That’s 2 down hopefully no more to go…


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A stately surprise! (Jun 16)

In the middle of making dinner, Gracie and Ed come and get me.  They’ve something to show me outside and it’s a surprise.  Gracie guides me by the hand across the paddock and tells me to keep my eyes closed.

Yesterday, I’d seen Ed clearing out the small wooden shed at the back of the house and when he said he was moving it into the paddock, I assumed he was going to use it to store bee-hives. I was wrong…

When I open my eyes, the door of the shed is wide open – and there’s something inside peeking out from a cardboard box.  At first I think he’s got chickens – we’ve talked about chickens but as they need daily care and we’ve got quite a lot going on (with work, the gardens, the veg’ patch, the bees, the house and a 5 year old) I’ve been a bit resistant.  But they – there’s 2 – don’t look much like chickens…


Then it dawns on me – peacocks.  Ed’s mentioned in passing that he’d like to get peacocks but as with the hens, I thought I’d put him off.  Seems not this time.  We / he is now the proud owner of 2 peacocks, or 2 peafowl to be precise – one peacock and one peahen –  which presumably means he’s planning on more…

And they’ve come with instructions; at first we’ve to keep them in the shed and give them water and pellets and then we have to help them get used to living here.  Induction takes 6 weeks and involves building a pen so we can start to let them out during the day and put them back at night.  They’ve had their flight feathers removed so they can’t fly away. These will grow back quite quickly – but not until they’ve become ‘resident’, when we can let them roam free.

Ed has of course done his research.  They are a year old and almost full size which is the right age to buy; any younger they’ll get diseases, any older they won’t settle.  They will forage in the wild for seeds, insects, mice and frogs (!), they can jump very high and they will sleep in our trees (yes really).  I’ve been told they can be quite noisy – but Ed’s insistent this only happens in the spring as it’s a mating call.  Of the latter, I’m not convinced but on the whole a more impressive surprise than chickens  – and apparently less effort.

The other bonus is that they’re white (they’re not albinos they have blue eyes). They’re also rather stately – and the cock will have grown a beautiful span of tail feathers by next summer which will be perfect timing for our wedding.