House for sale

Well, prompted - and shamed - by The Landlady into doing a bit of blogging again I will now record for posterity that today was the day that we instructed the estate agents to sell the house. So is this finally the end of the beginning of the dream?

Since we planned this 4 years and 19 days ago house prices have dropped and interest rates have halved so all my spreadsheets are out of the window. It will be much harder to pay the bills than we imagined but then neither of us have jobs now and are unlikely to work again (don’t really want to anyway) and to stay here will be even more expensive. What we need is a quick sale so we can get some money in the bank to earn interest to supplement our income.

We are now in the hands of the gods. If we can get a quick sale then I shall be on a plane to Stornoway before the ink is dry on the offer to sort out somewhere to rent for the first year or so. So much has changed in the last three months that we now have to try alternate plans. Sandy and I had originally planned to take the camper up to Lewis and live in it for a few weeks until we found somewhere to rent but we can’t do that now as Sandy’s mum couldn’t cope on her own for that sort of time.

Hopefully soon we’ll turn our minds to the logistics of getting two van loads of ’stuff’, plus a car, a camper and an 87 year old lady up to The Western Isles. I’ve had a quick tot up and the total mileage is a few hundred miles more than driving to Venice and back!