Moving day

Rupert and his friend Tim have moved all our furniture out of our friend's house and into our new house in Southwold.  It took them about an hour to carefully fit everything into the van and we met up with them outside the new house where we both managed to find prime parking spots right outside the front door - a rare thing in Southwold!

Our happy movers

Rupert and Time took a quick look round the house and sized up the problems!  Two different stair cases, both steep and narrow.    A quirk of the house is a sort of opening in the upstairs hall of the front part of the house which looks down over the stair case going up to the back part of the house.  As a king size bed needed moving from the front to the back they managed to pass it over the banisters of the opening thus avoiding two staircases.   Unpacking the van was fast and efficient and Rupert and Tim were uncomplaining!

The sitting/dining room is now crowded with furniture and needs to be 'arranged' and we still need another bed for the attic but we're getting there.

Filling up!

More boxes to unpack

While everyone was having a restorative cup of coffee I reminded Peter about the well outside the back door that we didn't know about.  Rupert had the flagstone up in a flash and behold, a large hole full of water.   Tim held Rupert's legs while Rupert went head first into the hole with a flashlight.  He reported on the size of the opening and we also tested the depth of the water - about 2m.  After much head scratching we put the flagstone back and postponed any decisions about what to do about it!

We uncover the well

The well

Looking down....

The next day Peter went off to a meeting in Great Yarmouth and I walked round Southwold to get my bearings and post our cheque for membership of the Southwold and Reydon Society.   According to Mrs. W, a good way to keep up with what's going on.  We were getting the tail end of a storm and the wind was cold and buffeting.  The waves were grey and pounding!  I managed to get home without being blown over.   Fortunately the garden is sheltered and I put in 1.5 hours and made a very small dent on the tidying up that needs to be done.  I made a large pile of broken plastic flower pots of all sizes, most of them so old that the plastic was degrading, and other assorted debris, and did a little modest pruning and weeding of some of the pots.   Much more to do!   In the end we may need a small skip to take stuff away.